THE RAPTURE the banner over thee. It is the best eloquence to speak to God in the same language he speakes to us. Come then, O Shunamite, slay mee with Flaggons, and comfort mee with Apples, for I am sicke of love: Kisse me with the kisses of thy mouth, for thy love is better than wine; Shew mee, O thou whom my soule loveth, where thou feedest, where thou lyest at noone. There with Solomon in a Canticle, and with David in a Psalme, let be the raptures of thy Soule, which as in a trance shall be caught up to heaven, as was Philip by the Spirit, or Ezechiel by the Angell. And with an Heroicall alacritie tempered with gracious humility, give up thy soule to God, and bid farewell to the world. a Sing with Deborah, O my soule, thou hast marched valiantly; and say with David, Returne now, my soule, unto thy rest, for the Lord hath rewarded thee. Dying Saint Steven, before his eyes were closed, had a facial sight of his Saviour, Videbat Deum per essentiam, looked steadfastly into the heaven; and saw the glory of God, and Jesus standing at the right hand of God. . . . And now me thinkes I see him face to face, Visione illa beatifica, et jugiter revelatâ facie, Sponsi gloriam speculando, transformatur anima de claritate in claritatem: Audet et ipsa loqui, Tota pulchra es amica mea. Who is this that commeth from Edom, with red garments from Bozrah. I now behold the day spring THE PILGRIM'S WAY from on high come to visit mee. Say then to the North, Give; and to the South, Restore; and so come Lord Jesus, come quickly. HENRY MONTAGU, EARL OF MANCHESTER NEVER O Come Quickly! EVER weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore, Never tired pilgrim's limbs affected slumber more, Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast: O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to rest! Ever blooming are the joys of Heaven's high Paradise, Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour-dims our eyes: Glory there the sun outshines; whose beams the Blessed only see: O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to Thee! THOMAS CAMPION G The Pilgrim's Way IVE me my scallop-shell of quiet, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, THE PILGRIM'S WAY My gown of glory, hope's true gage; No other balm will there be given; Where spring the nectar fountains— The bowl of bliss, And drink mine everlasting fill Upon every milken hill. My soul will be a-dry before; But, after, it will thirst no more. Even such is Time, that takes in trust -Who in the dark and silent grave, Printed by T. and A. CONSTABLE, Printers to His Majesty at the Edinburgh University Press Seeley & Co Limited Standard Books By Sir WALTER ARMSTRONG Velazquez. A Study of his Life and Art With 8 Photogravures and many other Illustrations By CLAUDE PHILLIPS Titian. A Study of his Life and Work With 8 Photogravures and many other Illustrations Super Royal 8vo, 9s. net By LIONEL CUST Surveyor of the King's Pictures and Works of Art Director of the National Portrait Gallery Albert Dürer. His Life and Work With 8 Photogravures and many other Illustrations Super Royal 8vo, 7s. 6d. net By CYRIL DAVENPORT, F.S.A. Cameos With Examples in Colour and many other Illustrations Super Royal 8vo, 75. net |