From thee their lean dilemma, with blunt horn, Rich hope! Love's legacy, under lock Of Faith!—still spending, and still growing stock ! Nor will the virgin-joys we wed Come less unbroken to our bed, Because that from the bridal cheek of Bliss, Thou steal'st us down a distant kiss. Hope's chaste stealth harms no more Joy's maidenhead Than spousal rites prejudge the marriage-bed. Fair hope! our earlier Heav'n! by thee Young time is taster to Eternity: Thy generous wine with age grows strong, not sour, Nor does it kill thy fruit, to smell thy flower. Thy golden growing head never hangs down, Till in the lap of Love's full noon It falls; and dies! O no, it melts away As lumps of sugar loose themselves, and twine Fortune? alas, above the World's low wars Hope walks and kicks the curl'd heads of conspiring stars. Her keel cuts not the waves where our winds stir, Fortune's whole lottery is one blank to her. Her shafts and she fly far above, And forage in the fields of light and love. Sweet Hope! kind cheat! fair fallacy! by thee We are not where nor what we be, But what and where we would be. Thus art thou Our absent presence, and our future now. Faith's sister! nurse of fair desire ! Fear's antidote! a wise and well-staid fire! Temper 'twixt chill Despair, and torrid Joy! Queen regent in young Love's minority! Though the vext chymic vainly chases His fugitive gold through all her faces; Though Love's more fierce, more fruitless fires assay: One face more fugitive than all they ; True Hope's a glorious huntress, and her chase, The God of Nature in the fields of grace. Glossary. Alas (Answer for Hope), an exclamation merely. Deliquium (Glor. Epiph.), faint, swoon. Field's eyes (S. Mary Magd.), flowers. Gold (S. Mary Magd.), Magdalene's golden hair. "Ite" (Dies Irae), "go ye." Legible (Glor. Epiph.], for legibly. Nuzzled (S. Mary Magd.), nestled. Officious (Hol. Nativity), willing to do good offices. Paramours (New Year's Day), lovers. Ports (S. Thomas), gates or doors. Solicitors (To the Name of Jesus), exciters or animators. Transumed (Lauda Sion Salvatorem), to take from one to another; to convert. Tree (Sancta Maria Dol.), the Cross. Inder to the First Lines. PAGE Bright Babe, Whose awful beauties make Come, we shepherds, whose blest sight Dear, Heaven-designed soul! Dear Hope! Earth's dowry and Heaven's debt! Dear relics of a dislodged soul, whose lack Hark! she is called, the parting hour is come 22 15 103 118 113 115 70 75 72 I, late the Roman youth's loved praise and pride - Know'st thou this, Soldier? 'tis a much changed plant, which yet 59 Lo, here a little volume, but great book! Look up, languishing soul ! Lo, where the fair Lord, by Thy sweet and saving sign Lord, what is man? why should he cost Thee Love, thou art absolute sole Lord 'Mongst those long rows of crowns that gild your race No roofs of gold o'er riotous tables shining 99 46 33 49 98 85 32 III 108 63 |