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

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Title: Silex scintillans, or, Sacred poems and priuate eiaculations by Henry Vaughan ...
Author: Vaughan, Henry, 1622-1695.
Publication: London :: Printed by T.W. for H. Blunden ...,; 1650.
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SInce in a land not barren stil
(Because thou dost thy grace distil,)
My lott is faln, Blest be thy will!

And since these biting frosts but kil
Some tares in me which choke, or spil
That seed thou sow'st, Blest be thy skil!

Blest be thy Dew, and blest thy frost,
And happy I to be so crost,
And cur'd by Crosses at thy cost.

The Dew doth Cheer what is distrest,
The frosts ill weeds nip, and molest,
In both thou work'st unto the best.

Thus while thy sev'ral mercies plot,
And work on me now cold, now hot,
The work goes on, and slacketh not,

For as thy hand the weather steers,
So thrive I best, 'twixt joyes, and tears,
And all the year have some grean Ears.