I once more smell the dew and rain
And relish versing
when, conscious of the wings "Of coming songs that lift my hair and stir it," he praises the
Giver of spring, and song, and every young new thing!
Herbert, welcoming a return of grace in his heart, writes:—
How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean
Are Thy returns! ev'n as the flowers in spring.
Thompson, in "From the Night of Forebeing," writes:—
From sky to sod,
The world's unfolded blossom smells of God.
Closer still is the resemblance, noted by Mr. Beacock, between Herbert's
Only thy grace, which with these elements comes,
Knoweth the ready way,
And hath the privie key
Op'ning the soul's most subtile rooms;
While those to spirits refin'd, at doore attend
Despatches from their friend,