VII.
A T the round earths imagin'd corners, blow
Your trumpets, Angells, and arise, arise
From death, you numberlesse infinities
Of soules, and to your scattred bodies goe,
5All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow,
All whom warre, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies,
Despaire, law, chance, hath slaine, and you whose eyes,
Shall behold God, and never tast deaths woe.
But let them sleepe, Lord, and mee mourne a space,
10For, if above all these, my sinnes abound,
'Tis late to aske abundance of thy grace,
When wee are there; here on this lowly ground,
Teach mee how to repent; for that's as good
As if thou'hadst seal'd my pardon, with thy blood.
VII. 1635-69: IV. 1633, A18, D, &c.: VIII. B, O'F, S96, W
5 o'erthrow] overthrow 1669
6 dearth, W: death, 1633-69, A18, B, D, H49, N, O'F, S96, TC
8 woe. W: woe, 1633-54: owe; 1669
12 lowly] holy 1669
14 thy] my 1669
VIII.
I F faithfull soules be alike glorifi'd
As Angels, then my fathers soule doth see,
And adds this even to full felicitie,
That valiantly I hels wide mouth o'rstride:
5But if our mindes to these soules be descry'd
By circumstances, and by signes that be
Apparent in us, not immediately,
How shall my mindes white truth by them be try'd?
They see idolatrous lovers weepe and mourne,
10And vile blasphemous Conjurers to call
On Iefus name, and Pharisaicall
Dissemblers feigne devotion. Then turne
O pensive soule, to God, for he knowes best
Thy true griefe, for he put it in my breast.
VIII. 1635-69: omitted 1633, A18, D, &c.: X. B, O'F, S96, W
7 in us, W: in us 1635-69. See note
8 by] to B, S96, W
10 vile W: vilde B, O'F, S96: stile 1635-69
14 true W: om. 1635-69, B, S96 in W: into 1635-69, B, O'F, S96
my] thy B, S96