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This new guest to her eyes new laws hath given :
"IT IS BETTER TO GO INTO HEAVEN WITH ONE EYE," ETC.-Mark ix., 47.
One eye? a thousand rather, and a thousand more,
To fix those full-faced glories! O, he's poor
Of eyes that has but Argus' store!
Yet, if thou'lt fill one poor eye with Thy Heaven and
O grant, sweet Goodness, that one eye may be
All and every whit of me.
ON THE WATER OF OUR LORD'S BAPTISM.
Each blest drop on each blest limb
Is wash'd itself in washing Him:
While it falls hence 'tis a tear.
"BUT NOW THEY HAVE SEEN AND HATED." -John xv., 24.
Seen? and yet hated Thee? they did not see,
No, no, they saw Thee not, O Life, O Love,
"AND HE ANSWERED THEM NOTHING."
O Mighty Nothing! unto thee,
Nothing, we owe all things that be;
God spake once when He all things made,
The world was made of Nothing then;
'Tis made by Nothing now again.
UPON THE ASS THAT BORE OUR SAVIOUR.
Hath only Anger an omnipotence
Within the lips of Love and Joy doth dwell
Why else had Balaam's ass a tongue to chide
And thou (Heaven-burthen'd beast) hast ne'er a word
That he should find a tongue and vocal thunder,
But O, methinks, 'tis a far greater one
That thou find'st none.
"I AM NOT WORTHY THAT THOU
Thy God was making haste into thy roof,
TO OUR LORD, UPON THE WATER MADE
Thou water turn'st to wine (fair friend of life);
Thy foe, to cross the sweet acts of Thy reign,
Distils from thence the tears of wrath and strife,
And so turns wine to water back again.
THE BLIND CURED BY THE WORD OF OUR
Thou spak'st the word (Thy word's a law)
ON THE MIRACLE OF LOAVES.
Now, Lord, or never, they'll believe on Thee;
ON THE MIRACLE OF MULTIPLIED LOAVES.
A subtle harvest of unbounded bread;
What would ye more? Here food itself is fed.
THE WIDOW'S MITES.
-Luke xxi., 2, 3.
Two mites, two drops (yet all her house and land)
ON THE PRODIGAL.
- Luke xv.
Tell me, bright boy, tell me, my golden lad,
DIVES ASKING A DROP.
A drop, one drop, how sweetly one fair drop
UPON LAZARUS'S TEARS.
Rich Lazarus! richer in those gems, thy tears,
Than Dives in the robes he wears :
He scorns them now, but O! they'll suit full well
With th' purple he must wear in Hell.
ON ST. PETER CASTING AWAY HIS NETS AT OUR SAVIOUR'S CALL.
Thou hast the art on 't, Peter, and canst tell
To cast thy nets on all occasions well.
When Christ calls, and thy nets would have thee stay,
To cast them well's to cast them quite away.
UPON THE DUMB DEVIL CAST OUT, AND THE SLANDEROUS JEWS PUT TO SILENCE. -Luke xi., 14.
Two devils at one blow Thou hast laid flat,
A speaking devil this, a dumb one that;
Was't Thy full victory's fairer increase,
That th' one spake, or that th' other held his peace?
THE DUMB HEALED, AND THE PEOPLE ENJOINED SILENCE.-Mark vii., 31-37.
Christ bids the dumb tongue speak; it speaks; the sound He charges to be quiet; it runs round;
If in the first He used His finger's touch,
His hand's whole strength here could not be too much.
"SHE BEGAN TO WASH HIS FEET WITH TEARS, AND WIPE THEM WITH THE HAIRS OF HER HEAD."-Luke vii., 38.
Her eyes' flood licks His feet's fair stain,
Her hair's flame licks up that again;
This flame thus quench'd hath brighter beams:
"AND A CERTAIN PRIEST COMING THAT WAY LOOKED ON HIM, AND PASSED BY." -Luke x., 31.
Why dost thou wound my wounds, O thou that passest by, Handling and turning them with an unwounded eye?