Come lonely Name; Life of our hope! Lo, we hold our hearts wide ope! Vnlock Thy cabinet of Day, Dearest Sweet, and come away. Lo, how the thirsty Lands 125 Gasp for Thy golden showres! with long-stretcht hands Lo, how the laboring Earth That hopes to be All Heauen by Thee, 130 Leapes at Thy birth! The' attending World, to wait Thy rise, First turn'd to eyes; And then, not knowing what to doe, Turn'd them to teares, and spent them too. O come away And kill the death of this delay! 135 O, see so many worlds of barren yeares 140 O, see the weary liddes of wakefull Hope (Love's eastern windowes) all wide ope With curtains drawn, To catch the day-break of Thy dawn. O, dawn at last, long-lookt for Day! Take Thine own wings, and come away. Lo, where aloft it comes! It comes, among The conduct of adoring spirits, that throng 145 150 Like diligent bees, and swarm about it. O, they are wise, And know what sweetes are suck't from out it: It is the hiue, By which they thriue, Where all their hoard of hony lyes. Lo, where it comes, vpon the snowy Dove's Soft back; and brings a bosom big with loues : 155 The birth of our bright ioyes, O Thou compacted 160 Body of blessings: Spirit of soules extracted! O, dissipate Thy spicy powres, (Cloud of condensed sweets) and break vpon vs In balmy showrs! O, fill our senses, and take from vs all force of so prophane a fallacy, 165 To think ought sweet but that which smells of Thee! Fair, flowry Name, in none but Thee And Thy nectareall fragrancy, Hourly there meetes Can proue itself some kin (sweet Name!) to Thee. ( ome lonely Name; Life of ou hope! Lo, we hold our hearts wide ope! Deare & Sweet, and come away. Ga יד Lo, how the thirsty Lands 125 for Thy golden showres! with long-stretcht hands Lo, how the laboring Earth That hopes to be All Heauen by Thee, Leapes at Thy birth! The attending World, to wait Thy rise, 130 And then, not knowing what to doe, Furn'd them to teares, and spent them too. 135 ( ome royall Name! and pay the expence Of all the pretions patience; O come away And all the death of this delay! To many worlds of barren yeares Melted and measun'd out in seas of teares: co the weary hddes of wakefull Hope (Love' ca fern windowes) all wide ope With curtains drawn, To catch the day break of Thy dawn. O, dawn at Lad, long lookt for Day! Fake Pline own wings, and come away. To, where alott it comes It comes, among The conduct of adoring spirits, that throng 140 145 O, that it were as it was wont to be! When Thy old freinds of fire, all full of Thee, chase To persecutions; and against the face 190 Of Death and feireest dangers, durst with braue 195 And to the teeth of Hell stood vp to teach Thee ; Where rackes and torments striu'd, in vain, to reach Thee. Little, alas, thought they Who tore the fair brests of Thy freinds, 200 |