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Think well some region where they dwell may wrack, Wip'd from our eyes now shall be every tear,
Now noble souls a guerdon just shall find,
And rest and glory be in one combin'd;
Now, more than in a mirror, by these eyne,
Thy triumphs and return we did expect,
O come still hop'd for, come long wish'd for, Lord."
Immur'd with flames, Earth in a palsy shakes, Amidst this mass of cruelty and slights,
And from her womb the dust in several heaps This galley, full of God-despising wights,
Takes life, and must'reth into human shapes : This jail of sin and shame, this filthy stage,
Hell bursts, and the foul prisoners there bound Where all act folly, misery, and rage;
Come howling to the day, with serpents crown'd. Amidst those throngs of old prepar'd for Hell, Millions of angels in the lofty height, Those pumbers which no Archimede can tell, Clad in pure gold, and the electre bright, A silly crew did lurk, a harmless rout,
Ushering the way still where the Judge should move, Wand'ring the Earth, which God had chosen out In radiant rainbows vault the skies above; To live with him, (few roses which did blow Which quickly open, like a curtain driven, Among those weeds Earth's garden overgrow, And beaming glory shows the King of Heaven. A dew of gold stillid on earth’s sandy mine,
What Persian prince, Assyrian most renown'd, Small diamonds in world's rough rocks which shine,) What Scythian with conquering squadrons crown'd, By purple tyrants which pursu'd and chas'd, Ent'ring a breached city, where conspire Liv'd recluses, in lonely islands plac'd;
Fire to dry blood, and blood to quench out fire; Or did the mountains haunt, and forests wild, (mild; Where cutted carcasses' quick members reel, Which they than towns more harmless found and And by their ruin blunt the reeking steel, Where many an hymn they, to their Maker's praise, Resembleth now the ever-living King ? Teach'd groves and rooks, which did resound their What face of Troy which doth with yelling ring, lays.
And Grecian flames transported in the air; Nor sword, nor famine, nor plague poisoning air, What dreadful spectacle of Carthage fair; Nor prodigies appearing every where,
What picture of rich Corinth's tragic wrack, Nor all the sad disorder of this all,
Or of Numantia the hideous sack; Could this small handful of the world appal; Or these together shown, the image, face, But as the flow'r, which during winter's cold Can represent of Earth, and plaintful case, Runs to the root, and lurks in sap uprolld, Which must lie smoking in the world's vast womb, So soon as the great planet of the year
And to itself both fuel be and tomb? Begins the Twins' dear mansion to clear,
Near to that sweet and odoriferous clime, Lifts up its fragrant head, and to the field Where the all-cheering emperor of time A spring of beauty and delight doth yield : Makes spring the cassia, nard, and fragrant balms, So at those signs and apparitions strange,
And every hill and collin crowns with palms; Their thoughts, looks, gestures, did begin to change; Where incense sweats, where weeps the precious Joy makes their hands to clap, their hearts to dance, And cedars overtop the pine and fir: (myrrh, In voice turns music, in their eyes doth glance. Near where the aged phenix, tir'd of breath,
“What can,”saythey, “these changes else portend, Doth build her nest, and takes new life in death ; Of this great frame, save the approaching end ! A valley into wide and open fields Past are the signs, all is perform'd of old,
Far it extendeth * * * * * *
The rest is wanting.
Who sinless died for sin, who vanquish'd Hell, Which night's sad sables shall not take away! The first fruits of the grave, whose life did give Farewel complaints, and ye yet doubtful thought Light to our darkness, in whose death we live. Crown now your hopes with comforts long time o strengthen thou my faith, correct mỹ will, sought;
That mine may thine obey: protect me still, VOL. V.
So that the latter death may not devour
Who for the state of mankind griev'd,
When tb' evening of the world drew near,
Thou as a bridegroom deign'st to come Out of the wedding chamber dear,
Thy virgin mother's purest womb: 11.
To the strong force of whose high reigo
All knees are bow'd with gesture low, Him, whom the earth, the sea, and sky
Creatures which Heav'n on Earth contain Worship, adore, and magnify,
With rev'rence their subjection show.
O holy Lord ! we thee desire,
Whom we expect to judge all faults, Whom Sun and Moon, and creatures all,
Preserve us, as the times require, Serving at times, obey his call,
From our deceitful foes' assaults. Pouring from Heaven bis sacred grace, l'th' virgin's bowels hath ta'en place.
Praise, honour, strength, and glory great, Mother most blest by such a dower,
To God the Father, and the Son, Whose Maker, Lord of highest power,
And to the holy Paraclete, Who this wide world in hand contains,
Whilst time lasts, and when time is done.
HYMN FOR SUNDAY.
O BLEST Creator of the light,
Who bringing forth the light of days, Lord, may thy glory still endure,
With the first work of splendour bright
The world didst to beginning raise ;
Who morn with evening join'd in one
Commandedst should be call'd the day:
O hear us when with tears we pray:
Lest that the mind, with fears full fraught, JESU, our prayers with mildness hear,
Should lose best life's eternal gains, Who art the crown which virgins decks,
While it hath no immortal thought, Whom a pure maid did breed and bear,
But is enwrapt in sinful chains The sole example of her sex.
O may it beat the inmost sky, Thou feeding there where lilies spring,
And the reward of life possess ! While round about the virgins dance,
May we from hurtful actions fly, Thy spouse dost to glory bring,
And purge away all wickedness! And them with high rewards advance.
Dear Father, grant what we entreat, The virgins follow in thy ways
And only Son, who like pow'r bast, Whithersoever thou dost go,
Together with the Paraclete, They trace tby steps with songs of praise,
Reigning whilst times and ages last.
In all our senses to abound,
HYMN FOR MONDAY.
Great Maker of the Heavens wide, Praise, honour, strength, and glory great,
Who, lest things mix'd should all confound, To God the Father, and the Son,
The floods and waters didst divide, And to the holy Paraclete
And didst appoint the Heav'ns their bound; While time lasts, and when time is done,
Ordering where heav'nly things shall stay,
Where strea shall run on earthly soil,
That waters may the flames allay,
Lest they the globe of Earth should spoil. BENICN Creator of the stars,
Sweet Lord, into our minds infuse Eternal Light of faithful eyes,
The gift of everlasting grace, Christ, whose redemption none debars,
That no old faults which we did use Do not our humble prayers despise.
May with new frauds our souls deface.
May our true faith obtain the light,
That sin no soul opprest may thrall, And such clear beams our hearts possess,
That none be lifted high with pride, That it vain things inay banish quite,
That minds cast downwards do not fall, And that no falsehood it oppress.
Nor raised up may backward slide. Dear Father, grant what we entreat, &c.
Dear Pather, &c.
HYMN FOR TUESDAY. GREAT Maker of man's earthly realm,
Who didst the ground from waters take Which did the troubled land o'erwhelm,
And it immovable didst make; That there young plants might fitly spring,
While it with golden flow'rs attir'd Might forth ripe fruit in plenty bring,
And yield sweet fruit by all desir'd: . With fragrant greenness of thy grace,
Our blasted souls of wounds release, That tears foul sins away may chase,
And in the mind bad motions cease. May it obey thy heav'nly voice,
And never drawing near to ill, Tabound in goodness may rejoice,
And may no mortal sin fulfil. Dear Father, &c.
HYMN FOR FRIDAY. God, from whose work mankind did spring,
Who all in rule dost only keep Bidding the dry land forth to bring
All kind of beasts which on it creep ; Who hast made subject to man's hand
Great bodies of each mighty thing, That, taking life from thy command,
They might in order serve their King; From us thy servants, Lord, expel
Those errours which uncleanness breeds, Which either in our manners dwell,
Or mix themselves among our deeds. Give the rewards of joyful life ;
The plenteous gifts of grace increase ; Dissolve the cruel bonds of strife ;
Knit fast the happy league of peace. Dear Father, Sc.
HYMN FOR WEDNESDAY.
Who mak'st the pole's wide centre bright, And paint'st the same with shining flame,
Adorning it with beauteous light; Who framing, on the fourth of days,
The fiery chariot of the Sun, Appoint'st the Moon her changing rays,
And orbs in which the planets run; That thou might'st by a certain bound
'Twixt night and day division make; And that some sure sign might be found
To show when months beginning take; Men's hearts with lightsome splendour bless,
Wipe from their minds polluting spots, Dissolve the bond of guiltiness,
Throw down the heaps of sinful blots. Dear Father, &c.
HYMN FOR SATURDAY. O TRINITY! O blessed light!
o Unity, most principal! The fiery Sun now leaves our sight;
Cause in our hearts thy beams to fall; Let us with songs of praise divine
At morn and evening thee implore;
Thee glorify for evermore.
And glory to his only Son,
Both now, and still while ages run.
HYMN UPON THE NATIVITY.
CHRIST, whose redemption all doth free,
Son of the Father, who alone, Before the world began to be,
Didst spring from him by means unknown; Thou his clear brightness, thou his light,
Thou everlasting hope of all,
Thy servants through the world let fall.
That of our body thou, a child,
Born of the Virgin undefil'd.
Passing the circuit of the year,
The world's sole safety didst appear,
The highest Heaven, the earth, and seas,
Let thine own goodness to thee bend, And all that is within them found,
That thou our sins may'st put to flight; Because he sent thee us to ease,
Spare us—and, as our wishes tend, With mirthful songs his praise resound.
O satisfy us with thy sight! We also, who redeemed are
May'st thou our joyful pleasures be, With thy pure blood from sinful state,
Who shall be our expected gain ; For this thy birth-day will prepare
And let our glory be in thee, New hymns this feast to celebrate.
While any ages shall remain. Glory, O Lord, be given to thee,
Whom the unspotted Virgin bore; And glory to thee, Father, be,
HYMN FOR WHITSUNDAY. And th' Holy Ghost, for evermore.
CREATOR, Holy Ghost, descend;
Visit our minds with thy bright flame;
And thy celestial grace extend
To fill the hearts which thou didst frame:
Gift which the highest God bestows; The enemy of Christ devours,
Fountain of life, fire, cbarity, As whirlwinds down the roses cast:
Ointment whence ghostly blessing flows. First sacrifice to Christ you went,
Thy sevenfold grace thou down dost send, Of offer'd lambs a tender sort ;
Of God's right band thou finger art; With palms and crowns, you innocent
Thou, by the Father promised, Before the sacred altar sport.
Unto our mouths dost speech impart,
UPON THE SUNDAYS IN LENT.
In our dull senses kindle light;
Infuse thy love into our hearts;
Th'infirmities of fleshly parts.
Far from our dwelling drive our foe,
And quickly peace unto us bring;
That we may shun each hurtful thing.
O MERCIFUL Creator, hear
Our pray’rs to thee devoutly bent, Which we pour forth with many a tear
In this most holy fast of Lent. Thou mildest searcher of each beart,
Who know'st the weakness of our strength, To us forgiving grace impart,
Since we return to thee at length. Much have we sinned, to our shame;
But spare us, who our sins confess; And, for the glory of thy name,
To our sick souls afford redress. Grant that the flesh may be so pin'd
By means of outward abstinence, As that the sober watchful mind
May fast from spots of all offence, Grant this, O blessed Trinity !
Pure Unity, to this inclineThat the effects of fasts may be
A grateful recompense for thine.
Be pleased to instruct our mind,
To know the Father and the Son;
Let us believe while ages run.
And to the Son, who from the dead
Beyond all time imagined.
TRANSFIGURATION OF OUR LORD,
THE SIXTH OF AUGUST.
ON THE ASCENSION DAY.
O JESU, who our souls dost save,
On whom our love and hopes depend; God from whom all things being have,
Man when the world drew to an end; What clemency thee vanquish'd so,
Upon thee our foul crimes to take, And cruel death to undergo,
That thou from death us free might make?
All you that seek Christ, let your sight
Up to the height directed be,
Of everlasting glory see.
Endless, unbounded, lofty, high;
Wherein the world confus'd did lie.
The Jews obey this king's command, Promis'd to Abraham and his race
A blessing while the world shall stand.
By mouths of prophets free from lyes,
It was not pity, pain, grief, did possess Who seal the witness which they bear,
The mother, but an agony more strange: His Father bidding testifies
Cheeks' roses in pale lilies straight did change; That we should him believe and hear.
Her sp’rits, as if she bled his blood, turn’d less;
When she him saw, woe did all words deny,
And grief her only suffer'd sigh, O my!
“ O my dear Lord and Son !" then she began; And to the Holy Ghost, for aye.
“ Immortal birth, though of a mortal born;
Without a mother, God; a father, man!
Ab! what hast thou deserv'd? what hast thou FEAST OF ST. MICHAEL THE ARCHANGEL.
Thus to be treat? Woe's me, my son, my son! To thee, O Christ! thy Father's light, Life, virtue, which our heart inspires,
" Who bruis'd thy face, the glory of this all ? In presence of thine angels bright,
Who eyes engor'd, load-stars to paradise ? We sing with voice and with desires :
Who, as thou wert a trimmed sacrifice, Ourselves we mutually invite,
Did with that cruel crown thy brows impale ? To melody with answering choirs.
Who rais'd thee, whom so oft the angels serv'd,
Between those thieves who that foul death deservd? With reverence we these soldiers praise, Who near the heavenly throne abide ;
“ Was it for this thou bred wast in my womb } And chiefly him whom God doth raise,
Mine arms a cradle serv'd thee to repose ? His strong celestial host to guide
My milk thee fed, as morning dew the rose? Michael, who by his power dismays
Did I thee keep till this sad time should come, And beateth down the Devil's pride.
That wretched men should nail thee to a tree,
And I a wituess of thy pangs must be?
“ It is not long, the way's bestrew'd with flow'rs,
With shouts to echoing Heav'ns and mountains roll'd, AFTER THE DENIAL OF HIS MASTER.
Since, as in triumph, I thee did behold Like to the solitary pelican,
In royal pomp approach proud Sion's tow'rs : The shady groves, I haunt, and deserts wild, Lo, what a change! Who did thee then embrace, Amongst wood's burgesses; from sight of man, Now at thee shake their heads, inconstant race! From Earth's delight, from mine own self exil'd. But that remorse, which with my fall began,
“ Eternal Father! from whose piercing eye Relenteth not, nor is by change turn'd mild; Hid nought is found that in this all is form’d, But rends my soul, and, like a famish'd child, Deign to vouchsafe a look unto this round, Renews its cries, though nurse does what she can. This round, the stage of a sad tragedy: Look how the shrieking bird that courts the night Look but if thy dear pledge thou here canst know, In ruin'd wall doth lurk, and gloomy place : On an unhappy tree a shameful show ! Of Sun, of Moon, of stars, I shun the light, Not knowing where to stay, what to embrace: “ Ah! look if this be he, Almighty King, How to Heaven's lights should I lift these of mine, Before Heav'ns spangled were with stars of gold, Sith I denied him who made them shine!
Ere world a center had it to uphold,
Whom from eternity thou forth didst bring; With virtue, form, and light who did adorn
Sky's radiant globes-see where he hangs a scorn! ON THE VIRGIN MARY. The woful Mary, 'midst a blubber'd band
“ Did all my prayers tend to this ? Is this Of weeping virgins, near unto the tree
The promise that celestial herald made Where God death suffer'd, man from death to free, At Nazareth, when full of joy he said, Like to a plaintful nightingale did stand,
I happy was, and from thee did me bless?
How am I blest? No, most unhappy I
Of all the mothers underneath the sky.
" How true and of choice oracles the choice Of these sad news, which charg’d her mind to fears; Was that blest Hebrew, whose dear eyes in peace But now her eyes, more wretched than her tears,
Mild death did close ere they saw this disgrace, Bear witness (ah, too true!) of feared grief:
When he forespake with more than angel's voice; Her doubts made certain did her hopes destroy,
The Son should (malice sign) be set apart, Abandoning her soul to black annoy.
Then that a sword should pierce the mother's heart! Long fixing downcast eyes on earth, at last “ But whither dost thou go, life of my soul? She longing them did raise (O torturing sight!) O stay a little till I die with thee! To view what they did shun, their sole delight And do I live thee languishing to see?
Imbru'd in his own blood, and naked plac'd And cannot grief frail laws of life controul ? To sinful eyes; naked, save that black veil If grief prove weak, come, cruel squadrons, kill Which Heaven him shrouded with, that did bewail. The mother, spare the Son, he knows no ill :