And with as active vigour run These are my drowsy days; in vain Oh! come that hour, when I shall never 20 25 Sleep again, but wake for ever. 30 Sir Thomas Browne. CXXXII THE VALEDICTION. Vain world, what is in thee? Which is their treasure? By thy vain glory? Why do they still believe Thy false history? Is it children's book and rod, Poverty undertrod, The world desireth? 5 IO 15 Run themselves out of breath To overtake it. Hell is not had for naught, Their souls are Satan's fee He'll not abate it; Is this the world men choose, And not receive it? If hence God would me free, 90 95 100 CXXXIII HYMN FOR ADVENT; OR CHRIST'S COMING TO JERUSALEM IN TRIUMPH. Lord, come away, Why dost Thou stay? Thy road is ready: and thy paths, made strait, The consecration of thy beauteous feet. Hosanna! welcome to our hearts. Lord, here As that of Sion; and as full of sin; Nothing but thieves and robbers dwell therein, Enter, and chase them forth, and cleanse the floor; Profane that holy place, Where Thou hast chose to set thy face. And then if our stiff tongues shall be Mute in the praises of thy Deity, The stones out of the temple wall Shall cry aloud, and call Hosanna! and thy glorious footsteps greet. 5 ΙΟ 15 20 Jeremy Taylor. CXXXIV BEYOND THE VEIL. They are all gone into the world of light, Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear. It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest, After the sun's remove. 5 |