How come you to a friend’s gate, scorning just demands?”
Put by a little from thy daily meat and drink,
So shalt thou have a store for offerings’ binding link.
“Sleep little” when thou art of those “who lay them down.”[342]
“Of mornings,” be of them who “ask for pardon’s crown.”[343]30
Give signs of life, though slight;—as babes do in the womb;
So may God grant thee inward light to cheer thy tomb.
And when thou ’scapest from dark and narrow prison there,
Then mayst thou soar from earth beyond the realms of air.
“The spacious land of God” ’tis named in holy writ,[344]