Silex scintillans, or, Sacred poems and priuate eiaculations by Henry Vaughan ...

The Dedication.

MY God, thou that didst dye for me, These thy deaths fruits I offer thee. Death that to me was life, and light But darke, and deep pangs to thy sight. Some drops of thy all-quickning bloud Fell on my heart, these made it bud And put forth thus, though, Lord, before The ground was curs'd, and void of store. Indeed, I had some here to hire Which long resisted thy desire, That ston'd thy Servants, and did move To have thee murther'd for thy Love, But, Lord, I have expell'd them, and so bent Begge thou wouldst take thy Tenants Rent.