240 TO BLOSSOMS. TO BLOSSOMS. ROBERT HERRICK. FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile, What! were ye born to be, An hour or half's delight, But you are lovely leaves, where we And after they have shown their pride, VERTUE. GEORGE HERBERT. SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridall of the earth and skie: The dew shall weep thy fall to-night, For thou must die. LOVE. Sweet rose, whose hue angrie and brave Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet dayes and roses, My musick shows ye have your closes And all must die. Onely a sweet and vertuous soul, 241 LOVE. SAMUEL BUTLER. LOVE is too great a happiness By rigid laws are subject to, Translate to earth the joys above; 242 MARINER'S HYMN. For when 'tis settled on the lee, The greatest still, and spare the less. MARINER'S HYMN. MRS. SOUTHEY. LAUNCH thy bark, mariner; Look to the weather-bow, 244 PEACE. PEACE. GEORGE HERBERT. SWEET Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave, Let me once know. I sought thee in a secret cave, A hollow winde did seem to answer, No; I did; and going did a rainbow note: This is the lace of Peace's coat: But while I lookt the clouds immediately Then went I to a garden and did spy The crown Imperiall: Sure, said I, But when I digg'd, I saw a worm devoure At length I met a rev'rend good old man; I did demand, he thus began: There was a Prince of old At Salem dwelt, who liv'd with good increase |