O sweet contest! of woes With loves; of tears with smiles disputing! O fair and friendly foes, Each other kissing and confuting! While rain and sunshine, cheeks and eyes, 95 Close in kind contrarieties. XVII But can these fair Floods be Friends with the bosom-fires that fill thee? Can so great flames agree Eternal tears should thus distil thee? O floods! O fires! O suns! O showers! Mixed and made friends by Love's sweet powers. XVIII 'Twas his well-pointed dart That digged these wells, and dressed this wine; And taught the wounded heart The way into these weeping eyne. Vain loves avaunt! bold hands forbear! The Lamb hath dipped His white foot here. XIX And now where'er He strays, Among the Galilean mountains, Or more unwelcome ways; He's followed by two faithful fountains; Two walking baths, two weeping motions, Portable, and compendious oceans. XX O thou, thy Lord's fair store! In thy so rich and rare expenses, Even when He showed most poor He might provoke the wealth of princes. What Prince's wanton'st pride e'er could XXI Who is that King, but He Who call'st His crown, to be called thine, That thus can boast to be Waited on by a wandering mine, 115 120 A HYMN TO THE NAME AND HONOR OF THE ADMIRABLE SAINT TERESA Foundress of the Reformation of the Discalced Carmelites, both men and women; a woman for angelical height of speculation, for masculine courage of performance, more than a woman, who yet a child outran maturity, and durst plot a martyrdom. Of those whose spacious bosoms spread a throne ΙΟ Making his mansion in the mild And milky soul of a soft child. Scarce has she learnt to lisp the name Life should so long play with that breath What Death with Love should have to do; Why to show love, she should shed blood, Scarce has she blood enough to make How much less strong is Death than Love. With Christ's name in't, in change for death: 50 |