Holy Scriptures.
“Welcome, dear book, soul’s Joy and food! The feast
Of Spirits; Heav’n extracted lyes in thee.
Thou art life’s Charter, The Dove’s spotless nest
Where souls are hatch’d unto Eternitie.
“In thee the hidden stone, the Manna lies;
Thou art the great Elixir rare and Choice;
The Key that opens to all Mysteries,
The Word in Characters, God in the Voice.”
This is very like Herbert, and not inferior to him.
In a poem having the odd mark of “¶,” and which seems to have been written after the death of some dear friends, are these two stanzas, the last of which is singularly pathetic:—
“They are all gone into the world of light!
And I alone sit lingring here!
Their very memory is fair and bright,
And my sad thoughts doth clear.
“He that hath found some fledg’d bird’s nest may know
At first sight if the bird be flown;
But what fair Dell or Grove he sings in now,
That is to him unknown.”
Referring to Nicodemus visiting our Lord:—