VAUGHAN.
“A darting conscience, full of stabs and fears.”
“And wrap us in imaginary flights
Wide of a faithful grave.”
“That in these masks and shadows I may see
Thy sacred way,
And by these hid ascents climb to that day
Which breaks from Thee
Who art in all things, though invisibly!”
“O would I were a bird or star
Fluttering in woods, or lifted far
Above this inn
And road of sin!
Then either star or bird would be
Shining or singing still to Thee!”
(Of books.)
“The track of fled souls, and their Milky Way.”
“I walked the other day to spend my hour
Into a field,
Where I sometime had seen the soil to yield
A gallant flower.”