Silex scintillans, or, Sacred poems and priuate eiaculations by Henry Vaughan ...
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- Silex scintillans, or, Sacred poems and priuate eiaculations by Henry Vaughan ...
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- Vaughan, Henry, 1622-1695.
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- London :: Printed by T.W. for H. Blunden ...,
- 1650.
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Page 98
Her stately Piles with all their height and pride
Now languished and died,
And Bethlems humble Cotts above them stept
While all her Seers slept;
Her Cedar, firr, hew'd stones and gold were all
Polluted through their fall,
And those once sacred mansions were now
Meer emptiness and show,
This made the Angel call at reeds and thatch,
Yet where the shepheards watch,
And Gods own lodging (though he could not lack,)
To be a common Rack;
No costly pride, no soft-cloath'd luxurie
In those thin Cels could lie,
Each stirring wind and storm blew through their Cots
Which never harbour'd plots,
Only Content, and love, and humble joys
Lived there without all noise,
Perhaps some harmless Cares for the next day
Did in their bosomes play,
As where to lead their sheep, what silent nook,
What springs or shades to look,
But that was all; And now with gladsome care
They for the town prepare,
They leave their flock, and in a busie talk
All towards Bethlem walk
To see their souls great shepheard, who was come
To bring all straglers home,
Where now they find him out, and taught before
That Lamb of God adore,
That Lamb whose daies great Kings and Prophets wish'd
And long'd to see, but miss'd.
The first light they beheld was bright and gay
And turn'd their night to day,
But to this later light they saw in him,
Their day was dark, and dim.