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

Mount of Olives.

WHen first I saw true beauty, and thy Joys Active as light, and calm without all noise Shin'd on my soul, I felt through all my powr's Such a rich air of sweets, as Evening showrs Fand by a gentle gale Convey and breath On some parch'd bank, crown'd with a flowrie wreath; Odors, and Myrth, and balm in one rich floud O'r-ran my heart, and spirited my bloud, My thoughts did swim in Comforts, and mine eie Confest, The world did only paint and lie. And where before I did no safe Course steer But wander'd under tempests all the year, Went bleak and bare in body as in mind, And was blow'n through by ev'ry storm and wind, I am so warm'd now by this glance on me, That, midst all storms I feel a Ray of thee; So have I known some beauteous Paisage rise In suddain flowres and arbours to my Eies, And in the depth and dead of winter bring To my Cold thoughts a lively sense of spring. Thus fed by thee, who dost all beings nourish, My wither'd leafs again look green and flourish, I shine and shelter underneath thy wing Where sick with love▪ strive thy name to sing, Thy glorious name! which grant I may so do That these may be thy Praise, and my Joy too.