That I shall mind, what you impart; Look, you may put it very near My heart.

Or if hereafter any of My friends

Will use Me in this kind the door
Shall still be open; what he sends
I will present, and somewhat more,
Not to his hurt. Sighs will convey
Any thing to Me. Hark despair, away!

POOR

THE JEWS

OOR nation, whose sweet sap, and juice Our scions have purloined, and left you dry: Whose streams we got by the Apostles' sluice And use in baptism, while ye pine and die: Who by not keeping once, became a debtor; And now by keeping lose the letter:

O that my prayers! mine, alas!

O that some Angel might a trumpet sound:
At which the Church falling upon her face
Should cry so loud, until the trump were drowned,
And by that cry of her dear Lord obtain,

That your sweet sap might come again!

I

THE COLLAR

STRUCK the board, and cried, no more;
I will abroad.

What? shall I ever sigh and pine?
My lines and life are free; free as the road,
Loose as the wind, as large as store.

Shall I be still in suit?

Have I no harvest but a thorn

To let me blood, and not restore What I have lost with cordial fruit?

Sure there was wine,

Before my sighs did dry it: there was corn,
Before my tears did drown it.

Is the year only lost to me?

Have I no bays to crown it?

No flowers, no garlands gay? all blasted?
All wasted?

Not so, my heart: but there is fruit,
And thou hast hands.

Recover all thy sigh-blown age

On double pleasures: leave thy cold dispute
Of what is fit, and not: forsake thy cage,

Thy rope of sands,

Which petty thoughts have made, and made to thee Good cable, to enforce and draw,

And be thy law,

While thou didst wink and wouldst not see.
Away; take heed:

I will abroad.

Call in thy death's-head there: tie up thy fears.
He that forbears

To suit and serve his need,

Deserves his load.

But as I raved and grew more fierce and wild
At every word,

Methought I heard one calling, "Child :"

And I replied, "My Lord!”

THE GLIMPSE

WHITHER away delight?

Thou eamest but now; wilt thou so soon depart,
And give me up to night?

For many weeks of lingering pain and smart
But one half hour of comfort for my heart?

Methinks delight should have

More skill in music, and keep better time.
Wert thou a wind or wave,

They quickly go and come with lesser crime:
Flowers look about, and die not in their prime.

Thy short abode and stay
Feeds not, but adds to the desire of meat.
Lime begged of old (they say)

A neighbour spring to cool his inward heat;
Which by the spring's access grew much more great.

In hope of thee my heart

Picked here and there a crumb, and would not die;
But constant to his part,

When as my fears foretold this, did reply,
A slender thread a gentle guest will tie.

Yet if the heart that wept

Must let thee go, return when it doth knock.
Although thy heap be kept

For future times, the droppings of the stock
May oft break forth, and never break the lock.

L

If I have more to spin,

The wheel shall go, so that thy stay be short.
Thou knowest how grief and sin

Disturb the work. O make me not their sport,
Who by thy coming may be made a court!

ASSURANCE

SPITEFUL bitter thought!

Bitterly spiteful thought! Couldst thou invent So high a torture? Is such poison bought? Doubtless, but in the way of punishment,

When wit contrives to meet with thee,
No such rank poison can there be.

Thou said'st but even now,
That all was not so fair as I conceived,
Betwixt my God and me; that I allow
And coin large hopes; but, that I was deceived:
Either the league was broke, or near it;
And, that I had great cause to fear it.

And what to this? What more Could poison, if it had a tongue, express? What is thy aim? Wouldst thou unlock the door To cold despairs, and gnawing pensiveness? Wouldst thou raise devils? I see, I know, I writ thy purpose long ago.

But I will to my Father,

Who heard thee say it. O most gracious Lord,
If all the hope and comfort that I gather,
Were from myself, I had not half a word,
Not half a letter to oppose
What is objected by my foes.

But Thou art my desert;

And in this league, which now my foes invade,
Thou art not only to perform Thy part,
But also mine; as when the league was made,
Thou didst at once Thyself indite,
And hold my hand, while I did write.

Wherefore if Thou canst fail,

Then can Thy truth and I: but while rocks stand,
And rivers stir, Thou canst not shrink or quail :
Yea, when both rocks and all things shall disband,
Then shalt Thou be my rock and tower,
And make their ruin praise Thy power.

Now, foolish thought, go on, Spin out thy thread, and make thereof a coat To hide thy shame: for thou hast cast a bone, Which bounds on thee, and will not down thy throat. What for itself love once began, Now love and truth will end in man.

THE CALL

COME, my Way, my Truth, my Life:
way, as gives us breath:

Such a Truth, as ends all strife:

Such a Life, as killeth death.

Come, my Light, my Feast, my Strength:

Such a Light, as shows a feast:

Such a Feast, as mends in length:

Such a Strength, as makes his guest.