(Fair Sister of the Seraphim!) We cannot leave Crashaw without mentioning his Divine Epigrams. He has a great many of them. May I give one or two examples? Two went up into the Temple to pray. Two went to pray! O, rather say, One went to brag, th' other to pray; The other to the altar's God." And He answered nothing. Matt xxvii, 12. O Mighty Nothing! unto thee, Upon the Holy Sepulchre. Here where our Lord once laid His Head, To our Blessed Lord upon the choice of His How life and death in Thee Crashaw's best known secular poem is the Wishes: To his (supposed) Mistress, beginning: Who e'er she be That not impossible She That shall command my heart and me. and in the poem he shews a very pretty wit. But it is as a religious poet that he is best known, and his life all through is summed up in his Motto: Live, Jesus live, and let it be My life to die for love of Thee. Cowley, in a poem on Crashaw's death, speaks of him as "Poet and Saint." с Poet and Saint! to thee alone are given The two most sacred names of Earth and Heaven. Next that of Godhead with humanitie. Like Moses, thou (though spells and charms withstand), Hast brought them nobly home back to their holy land. And now to consider the work of Henry Vaughan. Mr. Hutton says that he has now come into his kingdom because we care less for style and manner than did our ancestors. May it not be that we care more for thought? One of the best known of Vaughan's poems is The Retreat, which is said to have suggested to Wordsworth his Ode on Intimations of Immortality. I trust it is not too hackneyed to quote in full. The Retreat. Happy those early days when I Or taught my soul to fancy aught O how I long to travel back, And tread again that ancient track! In these few verses one meets with lines which linger in the memory and which one likes to savour," as the French say. Perhaps the most beautiful of all the poems is the one beginning, They are all gone into the world of light." In it we have some of Vaughan's best known verses, as for example: Dear beauteous Death, the jewel of the just, He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight, if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep. Here is another poem on the same subject. |