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Live, O for ever live and reign
The Lamb Whom His own love hath slain; And let Thy lost sheep live to inherit That kingdom which this Holy Cross did merit. Amen.
NO MAN WAS ABLE TO ANSWER HIM
NEITHER DURST ANY MAN FROM THAT DAY ASK HIM
ANY MORE QUESTIONS.—Matt. xxii. 46.
MIDST all the dark and knotty snares,
Black wit or malice can or dares,
'Twas time to hold their peace when they
While they speak nothing, they proclaim
ON THE WOUNDS OF OUR
Lo! a mouth, whose full-bloom'd lips
O Thou,2 that on this foot hast laid
Many a kiss, and many a tear; Now thou shalt have all repaid,
Whatsoe'er thy charges were.
This foot hath got a mouth and lips,
Instead of tears, such gems as this is.
The difference only this appears,
2 Possibly St. Mary Magdalene.
UPON THE BLEEDING CRUCIFIX
ESU, no more !
It is full tide;
From Thy hands and from Thy feet,
What need Thy fair head bear a part
In showers, as if Thine eyes had none? What need they help to drown Thy heart, That strives in torrents of its own?
Water'd by the showers they bring,
The thorns that Thy blest brow encloses (A cruel and a costly spring)
Conceive proud hopes of proving roses.
Thy restless feet now cannot go
1 What though they cannot?
Thy hand to give Thou canst not lift,
It gives, but O itself's the gift,
It gives though bound, though bound 'tis free.
But, O Thy side, Thy deep-digg'd side,
Half so fruitful, half so flowing.
No hair so small, but pays his river
To this Red Sea of Thy blood; Their little channels can deliver Something to the general flood.
But while I speak, whither are run
I counted wrong: there is but one;
Rain-swol❜n rivers may rise proud,
They themselves are drownèd too.
This Thy blood's deluge (a dire chance,
A deluge lest we should be drown'd.
Ne'er wast Thou in a sense so sadly true,
TO THE NAME ABOVE EVERY
SING the Name which none can say
The heirs elect of Love, whose names belong.
All ye wise souls, who in the wealthy breast
Bring hither thy whole self, and let me see What of thy parent Heaven yet speaks in thee.