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This new guest to her eyes new laws hath given : 'Twas once look up, 'tis now look down to Heaven. “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

Thee,
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 :
'Tis a gem while it stays here;
While it falls hence 'tis a tear.

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“ BUT NOW THEY HAVE SEEN AND HATED."

- John xv., 24. Seen? and yet hated Thee? they did not see, They saw Thee not, that saw and hated Thee : No, no, they saw Thee not, O Life, O Love, Who saw aught in Thee that their hate could move ! AND HE ANSWERED THEM NOTHING.

-Matt. xxvii., 12.
O Mighty Nothing ! unto thee,
Nothing, we owe all things that be ;

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God spake once when He all things made,
He saved all when He Nothing said.
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

In eloquence ?
Within the lips of Love and Joy doth dwell

No miracle ?
Why else had Balaam's ass a tongue to chide

His master's pride,
And thou (Heaven-burthen'd beast) hast ne'er a word

To praise thy Lord ?
That he should find a tongue and vocal thunder,

Was a great wonder ;
But O, methinks, 'tis a far greater one

That thou find'st none.
“I AM NOT WORTHY THAT THOU
SHOULDEST COME UNDER MY ROOF.”

-Matt. viii., 8.
Thy God was making haste into thy roof,
Thy humble faith and fear keeps Him aloof :
He'll be thy guest, because He may not be ;

He'll come -into thy house? No, into thee. TO OUR LORD, UPON THE WATER MADE

WINE.
Thou water turn'st to wine (fair friend of life);
Thy foe, to cross the sweet acts of Thy reign,

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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

SAVIOUR.—Matt. x.
Thou spak'st the word (Thy word's a law)
Thou spak'st, and straight the blind man saw.
To speak and make the blind man see,
'Was never man, Lord, spake like Thee.'
To speak thus, was to speak (say I)
Not to his ear, but to his eye.

ON THE MIRACLE OF LOAVES.
Now, Lord, or never, they'll believe on Thee;
Thou to their teeth hast proved Thy Deity.

ON THE MIRACLE OF MULTIPLIED LOAVES.

See here an easy feast that knows no wound,
That under Hunger's teeth will needs be found :
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)
Fall from a steady heart, though trembling hand :
The other's wanton wealth foams high and brave.
The other cast away ; she only gave.

ON THE PRODIGAL.

- Luke xv.

Tell me, bright boy, tell me, my golden lad,
Whither away so frolic ? why so glad ?
What all thy wealth in council ? all thy state ?
Are husks so dear? troth, 'tis a mighty rate.

DIVES ASKING A DROP.

Luke xvi., 24.

A drop, one drop, how sweetly one fair drop
Would tremble on my pearl-tipp'd finger's top !
My wealth is gone ; O! go it where it will,
Spare this one jewel ; I'll be Dives still.

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 :
This flood thus stainéd fairer streams.

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?

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