CXXVIII. JOSEPH'S COAT. WOUNDED I sing, tormented I endite, To fetch the body; both being due to grief. But he hath spoil'd the race; and given to anguish One of Joy's coats, 'ticing it with relief To linger in me, and together languish. I live to show his power, who once did bring My joys to weep, and now my griefs to sing. CXXIX. THE PULLEY. WHEN God at first made man, Having a glass of blessing standing by; 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: CXXX. THE PRIESTHOOD. BLEST order, which in power dost so excel, But thou art fire, sacred and hallow'd fire; To deal in holy Writ. Yet have I often seen, by cunning hand That earth is fitted by the fire and trade But since those great ones, be they ne'er so great, Come from the earth, from whence those vessels So that at once both feeder, dish, and meat, [come; Have one beginning and one final sum : I do not greatly wonder at the sight, If earth in earth delight. But the holy men of God such vessels are, Wherefore I dare not, I, put forth my hand To hold the Ark, although it seem to shake I throw me at his feet. There will I lie, until my Maker seek For some mean stuff whereon to shew his skill: Then is my time. The distance of the meek Doth flatter power. Lest good come short of ill In praising might, the poor do by submission. What pride by opposition. CXXXI. THE SEARCH. WHITHER, O, whither art thou fled, My Lord, my Love? My searches are my daily bread; Yet never prove. My knees pierce the earth, mine eyes the sky: And yet the sphere And centre both to me deny That thou art there. Yet can I mark how herbs below Grow green and gay; As if to meet thee they did know, While I decay. Yet can I mark how stars above Simper and shine, As having keys unto thy love, While poor I pine. I sent a sigh to seek thee out, Deep drawn in pain, Wing'd like an arrow: but my scout Returns in vain. I turn'd another (having store) Into a groan, Because the search was dumb before : But all was one. Lord, dost thou some new fabric mould Which favour wins, And keeps thee present, leaving the old Unto their sins? Where is my God? what hidden place Conceals thee still? What covert dare eclipse thy face? Is it thy will? O let not that of any thing: Let rather brass, Or steel, or mountains be thy ring, And I will pass. Thy will such an intrenching is, As passeth thought: To it all strength, all subtilties Are things of nought. Thy will such a strange distance is, As that to it East and West touch, the poles do kiss, Since then my grief must be as large As is thy space, Thy distance from me; see my charge, O take these bars, these lengths, away: Turn, and restore me : Be not Almighty, let me say, Against, but for me. |