Thou water turn'st to wine (fair friend of life)
Thy God was making haste into thy roof
Thy hands are washed, but O, the water's spilt
To see both blended in one flood -

To Thee these first-fruits of My growing death
To thy lover

Two devils at one blow thou hast laid flat

Two mites, two drops (yet all her house and land)
Two went to pray? O rather say -

Unde rubor vestris, et non sua purpura lymphis?
Under thy shadow may I lurk awhile
Welcome, my grief, my joy; how dear's

Well, Peter, dost thou wield thy active sword

What bright soft thing is this

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When you are mistress of the song

What Heaven-besiegèd heart is this

What? Mars' sword? fair Cytherea say

What succour can I hope the Muse will send

Whence in your waters, say, that alien glow?

Where art thou, Sol, while thus the blindfold Day

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Why dost thou wound my wounds, O thou that passest by
Would any one the true cause find

CARMEN DEO NOSTRO.

Dressed in the glorious madness of a Muse,

Whose feet can walk the Milky-way, and choose Her starry throne; whose holy heats can warm The grave, and hold up an exalted arm

To lift me from my lazy urn, to climb

Upon the stoopèd shoulders of old Time,
And trace eternity.

TO THE MORNING.

EDITED, WITH INTRODUCTIONS, ETC., BY
J. R. TUTIN.

IN TWO VOLUMES.

VOL. II.

"CARMEN DEO NOSTRO."

PUBLISHED BY THE EDITOR AT

GREAT FENCOTE, NEAR BEDALE, YORKS.

1900.