NOTE. To the volume of 1652 (Carmen Deo Nostro' &c.) was prefixed a Verse-letter to the COUNTESS OF DENBIGH, illustrated with an engraving of a locked heart,' as reproduced in our quarto edition. In 1653 (Sept. 23, 1653'), as appears from a contemporary marking in the unique copy in the British Museum, the following was printed: A Letter from MR. CRASHAW to the Countess of Denbigh. Against Irresolution and Delay in matters of Religion. London, n. d.' (4to). Collation: title-page and 3 pages, page 1st on reverse of title-page (British Museum E. 220. 2.). The Paris copy is very imperfect from some unexplained reason (68 as against 90 lines), and it would seem that some friend of the deceased poet, dissatisfied with it, and having in his (or her) possession a fuller Ms., printed, if not published it. We give the enlarged text- never before noticed, having been only named, without taking the trouble to consult and compare it, by TURNBULL; and for the student add the abbreviated form from 1652 Carmen,' as it, in turn, has lines and words not in the other. See our Essay for more on this most characteristic poem, and relative to the Countess of Denbigh. G. AGAINST IRRESOLUTION AND DELAY IN MATTERS OF RELIGION. WHAT Heav'n-besieged heart is this I Holds fast the door, yet dares not venture Whose definition is, A Doubt 5 'Twixt life and death, 'twixt In and Out. Ah! linger not, lov'd soul: a slow And late consent was a long No. What magick-bolts, what mystick barrs Not daring quite to live nor die. VOL. I. ΤΟ 15 20 So when the Year takes cold we see Poor waters their own prisoners be: Fetter'd and lock'd up fast they lie In a cold self-captivity. [plore, Th' astonish'd Nymphs their Floud's strange fate deTo find themselves their own severer shoar. Love, that lends haste to heaviest things, In you alone hath lost his wings. Look round and reade the World's wide face, 26 30 Or pattern for the pace you use ! Mark with what faith fruits answer flowers, And know the call of Heav'n's kind showers: Seed time's not all; there should be harvest too. Both winds and waters urge their way, And mumure if they meet a stay. 40 Mark how the curl'd waves work and wind, Each bigge with businesse thrusts the other, Make wings at least of their own weight, By th' even wings of his own doves, 50 Lives by his own laws, and does hold 55 In grossest metalls his own gold. All things swear friends to Fair and Good Yea suitours; man alone is wo'ed, Tediously wo'ed, and hardly wone: 60 As if the bargain had been driven So hardly betwixt Earth and Heaven; 65 (When one poor sigh sends for Him down) Detain Him, but He leaves behind 75 The late wings of the lazy wind, |