HERBERT.

“A throbbing conscience, spurrèd by remorse,

Hath a strange force.”

“My thoughts are all a case of knives,

Wounding my heart

With scattered smart.”

“And trust

Half that we have

Unto an honest faithful grave.”

“Teach me Thy love to know,

That this new light which now I see

May both the work and workman show:

Then by a sunbeam I will climb to Thee!”

“I will go searching, till I find a sun

Shall stay till we have done,

A willing shiner, that will shine as gladly

As frost-nipt suns look sadly.

Then we will sing and shine all our own day,

And one another pay;

His beams shall cheer my breast, and both so twine

Till even his beams sing, and my music shine.”

“Heaven in ordinary, man well-drest,

The Milky Way, the bird of Paradise.”

“Then went I to a garden, and did spy

A gallant flower,

The crown-imperial: Sure, said I,

Peace at the root must dwell.”