Suffer me not in any want To seek refreshment from a plant Then, since corrupt man hath driven hence Go with me to the shade and cell HENRY VAUGHAN. THE ELDER SCRIPTURE. THERE is a book, who runs may read, The works of God, above, below, The glorious sky, embracing all, The dew of heaven is like His grace: Two worlds are ours: tis only sin The mystic heaven and earth within, Create my soul anew, Else all my worship's vain; This wretched heart will ne'er be true Until 't is formed again. And how their splendor fills mine eyes, But that Thy love ordained it so- The meanest lamp now shining there Yet these upon mankind attend, O! had that stamp been undefaced Which first on us Thy hand had set, How highly should we have been graced, Since we are so much honored yet. Good God, for what but for the sake Of Thy beloved and only Son, Who did on Him our nature take, Were these exceeding favors done! As we by Him have honored been, Let us to Him due honors give; Let His uprightness hide our sin, And let us worth from Him receive. Yea, so let us by grace improve What Thou by nature dost bestow That to Thy dwelling-place above We may be raised from below. GEORGE WITHER. 721 Say, heavenly Muse! shall not thy sacred vein Afford a present to the Infant God? Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain, To welcome Him to this His new abode II. Only with speeches fair To hide her guilty front with innocent And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw- III. But He, her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-eyed Peace; She, crowned with olive green, came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere, Now while the heaven, by the sun's team | His ready harbinger, And all the spangled host keep watch in She strikes a universal peace through sea |