This is the famous stone That turneth all to gold, For that which God doth touch and own 221. THE COLLAR I STRUCK the board and cried, No more; What, shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines and life are free, free as the road, Shall I be still in suit? Have I no harvest but a thorn Before my sighs did dry it; there was corn Is the year only lost to me? No flowers, no garlands gay? All blasted? Not so, my heart; but there is fruit, Recover all thy sigh-blown age On double pleasure: leave thy cold dispute Which petty thoughts have made, and made to thee And be thy law, While thou didst wink and wouldst not see. I will abroad. Call in thy death's head there: tie up thy fears. To suit and serve his need Deserves his load. (L) HC-Vol. 40 But as I raved and grew more fierce and wild Methought I heard one calling 'Child!' 222 THE FLOWER How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean Like snow in May, As if there were no such cold thing. Who would have thought my shrivell❜d heart All the hard weather, Dead to the world, keep house unknown. These are Thy wonders, Lord of power, This or that is; Thy word is all, if we could spell. O that I once past changing were, Off'ring at Heaven, growing and groaning thither; Want a Spring shower,. My sins and I joining together. 223 EASTER SONG I GOT me flowers to strew Thy way, And brought'st Thy sweets along with Thee. The sun arising in the East, Though he give light and th' East perfume, If they should offer to contest With Thy arising, they presume. Can there be any day but this, Though many suns to shine endeavour? 224 THE PULLEY WHEN God at first made Man, So strength first made a way, Then beauty flow'd, then wisdom, honour, pleasure; For if I should (said He) Bestow this jewel also on My creature, Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessness; 225 HENRY VAUGHAN [1622-1695] Beyond the Veil THEY are all gone into the world of light, And my sad thoughts doth clear. It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Or those faint beams in which this hill is dressed, I see them walking in an air of glory, O holy Hope, and high Humility, High as the heavens above! These are your walks, and you have showed them me, Dear, beauteous Death, the jewel of the just, Could Man outlook that mark! He that hath found some fledged bird's nest, may know But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown. 226 And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, If a star were confined into a tomb, Her captive flames must needs burn there; O Father of Eternal Life, and all Created glories under Thee! Resume Thy spirit from this world of thrall Either disperse these mists, which blot and fill Or else remove me hence unto that hill THE RETREAT HAPPY those early days, when I Before I taught my tongue to wound |