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The Book

Eternal God! Maker of all

That have lived here since the man's fall:

The Rock of Ages! in whose shade

They live unseen, when here they fade;

Thou knew'st this paper when it was

Mere seed, and after that but grass;

Before 'twas dressed or spun, and when

Made linen, who did wear it then:

Henry Vaughan

Friends Departed

They are all gone into the world of light!

And I alone sit ling’ring here;

Their very memory is fair and bright,

And my sad thoughts doth clear.

It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast,

Like stars upon some gloomy grove,

Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest

After the sun’s remove.

Henry Vaughan

The Dawning

Ah! what time wilt Thou come? when shall that cry,

"The bridegroom's coming," fill the sky?

Shall it in the evening run,

When our words and works are dome?

Or will Thy all-surprising light

Break at midnight,

When either sleep or some dark pleasure

Possesseth mad man without measure?

Henry Vaughan

Childhood

I cannot reach it; and my striving eye

Dazzles at it, as at eternity.

Were now that chronicle alive,

Those white designs which children drive,

And the thoughts of each harmless hour,

With their content, too, in my power,

Quickly would I make my path even,

And by mere playing go to heaven.

Henry Vaughan

Man

Weighing the steadfastness and state

Of some mean things which here below reside,

Where birds like watchful clocks the noiseless date

And intercourse of times divide;

Where bees at night get home and hive, and flowers

Early, as well as late,

Rise with the sun, and set in the same bowers;

I would, said I, my God would give

Henry Vaughan

The Bird

Hither thou com'st: the busy wind all night

Blew through thy lodging, where thy own warm wing

Thy pillow was. Many a sullen storm

(For which coarse man seems much the fitter born)

Rained on thy bed

And harmless head.

And now, as fresh and cheerful as the light,

Thy little heart in early hymns doth sing

Henry Vaughan

The Dedication

To my most merciful, my most loving, and dearly

loved REDEEMER, the ever blessed, the only

HOLY and JUST ONE,

JESUS CHRIST,

The Son of the living GOD, and the sacred Virgin Mary.

MY God ! Thou that didst die for me,

Henry Vaughan

Boethius, De Consolatione Philosophiae : Liber 2 Metrum 5

Happy that first white age when we

Lived by the earth's mere charity!

No soft luxurious diet then

Had effeminated men:

No other meat, nor wine, had any

Than the coarse mast, or simple honey;

And by the parents' care laid up,

Cheap berries did the children sup.

Henry Vaughan

Anguish

My God and King! to Thee

I bow my knee;

I bow my troubled soul, and greet

With my foul heart thy holy feet.

Cast it, or tread it! it shall do

Even what thou wilt, and praise thee too.

My God, could I weep blood,

Gladly I would,

Henry Vaughan

Rules And Lessons

When first thine eyes unveil, give thy soul leave

To do the like: our bodies but forerun

The spirit's duty. True hearts spread and heave

Unto their God, as flowers do to the sun.

Give Him thy first thoughts then; so shalt thou keep

Him company all day, and in Him sleep.

Yet never sleep the sun up: Prayer should

Dawn with the day. There are set awful hours

Henry Vaughan

Unprofitableness

How rich, O Lord! how fresh thy visits are!

'Twas but just now my bleak leaves hopeless hung

Sullied with dust and mud;

Each snarling blast shot through me, and did share

Their youth, and beauty, cold showers nipt, and wrung

Their spiciness and blood;

But since thou didst in one sweet glance survey

Their sad decays, I flourish, and once more

Henry Vaughan

The Dwelling-Place

John 1:38-39

What happy secret fountain,

Fair shade or mountain,

Whose undiscovered virgin glory

Boasts it this day, though not in story,

Was then thy dwelling? Did some cloud,

Fixed to a tent, descend a shroud

My distressed Lord? Or did a star,

Henry Vaughan