UPON THE BLEEDING CRUCIFIX A SONG ESU, no more! I It is full tide; From Thy hands and from Thy feet, II 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? III Water'd by the showers they bring, Conceive proud hopes of proving roses. IV Thy restless feet now cannot gobil d As they were ever wont. What though? 1 V Thy hand to give Thou canst not lift, It gives though bound, though bound 'tis free. VI But, O Thy side, Thy deep-digg'd side, Nor ever was the Pharoan tide Half so fruitful, half so flowing. VII No hair so small, but pays his river VIII But while I speak, whither are run IX Rain-swol❜n rivers may rise proud, X This Thy blood's deluge (a dire chance, A deluge lest we should be drown'd. I TO THE NAME ABOVE EVERY A HYMN SING the Name which none can say The heirs elect of Love, whose names belong. All ye wise souls, who in the wealthy breast And be all wing; Bring hither thy whole self, and let me see What of thy parent Heaven yet speaks in thee. O thou art poor of noble powers, I see, (Alas!) will never do, We must have store; Go, Soul, out of thyself, and seek for more. Great Nature for the key of her huge chest Of nimble Art, and traverse round To warn each several kind And shape of sweetness, be they such Or answer artful touch; That they convene and come away To wait at the love-crowned doors of this illustrious day. Shall we dare this, my Soul? we'll do 't and bring Start into life, and leap with me Nor must you think it much T' obey my bolder touch; I have authority in Love's name to take you, Wake, in the Name Of Him Who never sleeps, all things that are, Answer my call And come along; Help me to meditate mine immortal song. Of sweets you have; and murmur that you have no more. Come, ne'er to part, Nature and Art. Come, and come strong, To the conspiracy of our spacious song. Your provinces of well-united worlds can raise ; Whate'er co-operates to the common mirth; Vessels of vocal joys, Or you, more noble architects of intellectual noise, And when you are come, with all That you can bring or we can call: For ever here, and mix Yourselves into the long And everlasting series of a deathless song; 1 Petitioners; the word is so used by Addison. |