Sparkling with the sacred flames 175 180 XII. FROM "THE FLAMING HEART: UPON THE BOOK AND PICTURE OF THE SERAPHICAL SAINT TERESA, AS SHE IS USUALLY EXPRESSED WITH A SERAPHIM BESIDE HER.” O THOU undaunted daughter of desires! By thy large draughts of intellectual day, And by thy thirsts of love more large than they; By all thy brim-fill'd bowls of fierce desire, By thy last morning's draught of liquid fire; By the full kingdom of that final kiss That seized thy parting soul, and seal'd thee His; 10 (Fair sister of the seraphim!) F 15 XIII. DESCRIPTION OF A RELIGIOUS HOUSE AND CONDITION OF LIFE. (OUT OF BARCLAY.) No roofs of gold o'er riotous tables shining, 5 10 15 And prize themselves; do much, that more they may, 20 A long and daily-dying life, which breathes A respiration of reviving deaths. But neither are there those ignoble stings 25 That nip the blossom of the World's best things, No cru guard of diligent cares, that keep Her kindred with the stars; not basely hovers 3309 35 Home to the original source of Light and intellectual day. XIV. PSALM CXXXVII. ON the proud banks of great Euphrates' flood, There we sate, and there we wept : Our harps, that now no music understood, Nodding, on the willows slept: While unhappy captived we, Lovely Sion, thought on thee. They, they that snatch'd us from our country's breast In Hebrew numbers, then (O cruel jest!) When harps and hearts were drown'd in tears: Sing? play? to whom (ah !) shall we sing or play, If not, Jerusalem, to thee? Ah! thee Jerusalem! ah! sooner may This hand forget the mastery Of Music's dainty touch, than I The music of thy memory. 5 ΤΟ 15 Which when I lose, O may at once my tongue No, no, Thy good Sion, alone, must crown The head of all my hope-nursed joys. 20 25 But Edom, cruel thou! thou cri'dst down, down Her falling thou didst urge and thrust, And haste to dash her into dust: 30 Dost laugh? proud Babel's daughter! do, laugh on, Even such as these; laugh, till a 'venging throng Of woes, too late, do rouse thy fears: Laugh, till thy children's bleeding bones 35 XV. HOPE. ("M. CRASHAW'S ANSWER" (TO COWLEY) "For Hope,” lines 21-30, and 37-44-) FAIR Hope! Our earlier Heaven! 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 5 As lumps of sugar lose themselves, and twine 10 Sweet Hope! kind cheat! fair fallacy! by thee Thus art thou 15 DIVINE EPIGRAMS. XVI. TWO WENT UP INTO THE TEMPLE TO PRAY (Luke xviii. 10). Two went to pray! O, rather say, One stands up close, and treads on high, One nearer to God's altar trod d; The other to the altar's God. XVII. UPON THE SEPULCHRE OF OUR LORD. HERE, where our Lord once laid His head, |