PRAYER OF THE PSALMIST. Then will I set forth to sight Then will I, with either hand, There my study still shall stand, Striving them to understand. Countess of Pembroke. IF our God we had forsaken, If ourselves we had betaken Gods to serve of other kind, Same. I SOUGHT Thee round about, O Thou my God, In Thine Abode; I said unto the earth, "Speak, art thou He?" She answered me, SEARCH AFTER GOD. "I am not." I enquired of creatures all, In general, Contain'd therein; they with one voice proclaini, I asked the seas, and all the deeps below, I asked the reptiles, and whatever is Even from the shrimp to the Leviathan, Enquiry ran: But in those deserts which no line can sound, I asked the air, if that were He; but, lo! I, from the towering eagle to the wren, If any feather'd fowl 'mongst them were such; Offended with my question, in full quire, Answered, "To find thy God thou must look higher." I asked the Heavens, sun, moon, and stars, but they Said, "We obey The God thou seek'st." Could see or hear; I asked what eye or ear What in the world I might desery or know, Above, below; With a unanimous voice all these things said, I asked the world's great universal mass If that God was? Which, with a mighty and strong voice, replied, As stupefied, SEARCH AFTER GOD. "I am not He, O man! for know that I, By Him on high, Was fashion'd first of nothing, thus instated, I sought the Court; but smooth-tongued flattery there In the thronged city there was selling, buying, I' the country, craft in simpleness array'd: "Vain is my search, although my pains be greatWhere my God is, there can be no deceit." A scrutiny within myself I, then, Even thus began ; "O Man, what art thou?" What more could I say, Than dust and clay. Frail, mortal, fading, a mere puff, a blast, That cannot last; Enthroned to-day, to morrow in an urn; Formed from that earth to which I must return. I asked myself what this great God might be I answered the all-potent, solely immense, Unspeakable, inscrutable, eternal, Lord over all: The only terrible, strong, just, and true, He is the well of life, for He doth give, Both breath and being: He is the Creator SEARCH AFTER GOD. Earth, air, and fire. Of all things that subsist, Of all the heavenly host, or what earth claims, And now, my God, by Thine illumining grace, (So far forth as it may discover'd be,) And though invisible and infinite,— To human sight, Thou, in Thy mercy, justice, truth, appearest ; O make us apt to seek, and quick to find, Give us love, hope, and faith, in Thee to trust, Remit all our offences, we entreat, Most Good, most Great! Grant that our willing, though unworthy quest May, through Thy grace, admit us 'mongst the blest. Thomas Heywood. PORTRAIT OF PHILIP SIDNEY. You knew-who knew not, Astrophel? |