MORNING HYMN. WAKE, my soul! awake, mine eyes! Awake, and see the new-born light Spring from the darksome womb of night! Look up, and see, the unwearied sun The pretty lark is mounted high, FLATMAN. 1633-1688. EVENING HYMN. LEEP, downy sleep, come, close mine eyes, Tired of beholding vanities; Sweet slumbers, come, and chase away The toils and follies of the day! On your soft bosom will I lie, But save Thy suppliant, free from harms, Clouds and thick darkness are Thy throne, O dart from thence a shining ray, And then my midnight shall be day. FLATMAN. IDEA OF HEAVEN. T is no flaming lustre, made of light; mony; Ambrosia, for to feast the appetite, Of flowery odour, mixt with spicery; No soft embrace, or pleasure bodily: And yet it is a kind of inward feast, A harmony that sounds within the breast, An odour, light, embrace, in which the soul doth rest; A heavenly feast no hunger can consume; A light unseen, yet shines in every place; A sound no time can steal; a sweet perfume No winds can scatter; an entire embrace That no satiety can e'er unlace, Ingrac't into so high a favour, there The saints, with all their peers, whole worlds out wear, And things unseen do see, and things unheard do hear. GILES FLETCHER. WISDOM AND KNOWLEDGE. ISDOM'S a strain transcends morality; The master-piece of knowledge is to know That makes some fools; this maketh none but wise. The curious hand of knowledge doth but pick And that the hand that caused can cure my grief. But sacred wisdom doth apply that good FRANCIS QUARLES. GOING AND COMING. HO knows, when he to go from home Or when or how he back shall come, For some who walk abroad in health, And some who have gone forth with wealth, |