Her way is dark, her path untrod, unev'n; So hard's the way from earth; so hard's the way to heav'n. 4 This gyring1 lab'rinth is betrench'd about On either hand with streams of sulph'rous fire, Where, if his footsteps trust their own invention, He falls without redress, and sinks without dimension. 5 Where shall I seek a guide? where shall I meet Some lucky hand to lead my trembling paces? What trusty lanthorn will direct my feet To 'scape the danger of these dang'rous places? What hopes have I to pass without a guide? Where one gets safely through, a thousand fall beside. 6 An unrequested star did gently slide Before the wise men to a greater light; Yet in my desp'rate dangers, which be far star. 7 Oh that the pinions of a clipping dove Would cut my passage through the empty air; Mine eyes being seal'd, how would I mount above The reach of danger and forgotten care! My backward eyes should ne'er commit that fault, Whose lasting guilt should build a monument of salt. 8 Great GOD, that art the flowing spring of light, I'll trust my GOD, and him alone pursue; His law shall be my path; his heavenly light, my clue. O LORD! who art the light, the way, the truth, the life; in whom there is no darkness, error, vanity, nor death: the light, without which there is darkness; the way, without which there is wandering; the truth, without which there is error; the life, without which there is death: say, LORD, Let there be light, and I shall see light, and eschew darkness; I shall see the way, and avoid wandering; I shall see the truth, and shun error; I shall see life, and escape death: illuminate, oh illuminate my blind soul, which sitteth in darkness, and the shadow of death; and direct my feet in the way of peace.-S. AUGUST. Soliloq. Cap. iv. EPIG. 2. Pilgrim, trudge on: what makes thy soul complain, The road to resolution lies by doubt: The next way home's the farthest way about. No. III. Illustration-One, in a sort of sedan-chair on wheels, without top or bottom, stretching out his hand to an Angel. Hold up my goings in thy paths, that my footsteps slip not.-PSALM xvii. 5. 1 WHENE'ER the old exchange of Profit rings Her silver saints'-bell of uncertain gains, My merchant-soul can stretch both legs and wings; U 2 If time-beguiling Pleasure but advance Her lustful trump, and blow her bold alarms, The sprightly voice of sinew-strength'ning Pleasure 3 If blazing Honour chance to fill my veins. With flatt'ring warmth, and flash of courtly fire, 4 But when I come to thee, my GOD, that art The royal mine of everlasting treasure, The real honour of my better part, And living fountain of eternal pleasure, How nerveless are my limbs! how faint and slow! 5 So when the streams of swift-foot Rhine convey 6 But when the home-bound vessel turns her sails 7 Great ALL IN ALL, that art my rest, my home; My way is tedious, and my steps are slow: Be always displeased at what thou art, if thou desirest to attain to what thou art not for where thou hast pleased thyself, there thou abidest. But if thou sayest, I have enough, thou perishest: always add, always walk, always proceed; neither stand still, nor go back, nor deviate; he that standeth still proceedeth not; he goeth back that continueth not; he deviateth that revolteth; he goeth better that creepeth in his way than he that runneth out of his way.-S. AUGUST. Ser. xv. de Verb. Apost. EPIG. 3. Fear not, my soul, to lose for want of cunning; No. IV. For Illustration see 'Life.' My flesh trembleth for fear of thee; and I am afraid of thy judgments.— LET others boast of luck, and go their ways Then, if a necessary blot be set, She hits thee; wins the game; perchance the set: Of all her gamesters, he that plays the least, 20 30 40 |