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to wear and tire On the thankful lute or lyre! Sing aloud!--His praise rehearse Who hath made the universe. In this _Philosopher's Devotion_ he has clearly imitated one of those psalms of George Sandys which I have given. CHARITY AND HUMILITY. Far have I clambered in my mind, But nought so great as love I find: Deep-searching wit, mount-moving might, Are nought compared to that good sprite. Life of delight and soul of bliss! Sure source of lasting happiness! Higher than heaven! lower than hell! What is thy tent? Where may'st thou dwell? "My mansion hight _Humility_, _is named._ Heaven's vastest capability. The further it doth downward tend, The higher up it doth ascend; If it go down to utmost nought, It shall return with that it sought." Lord, stretch thy tent in my strait breast; Enlarge it downward, that sure rest May there be pight for that pure fire _pitched._ Wherewith thou wontest to inspire All self-dead souls: my life is gone; Sad solitude's my irksome won; _dwelling._ Cut off from men and all this world, In Lethe's lonesome ditch I'm hurled; Nor might nor sight doth ought me move, Nor do I care to be above. O feeble rays of mental light, That best be seen in this dark night, What are you? What is any strength If it be not laid in one length With pride or love? I nought desire But a new life, or quite to expire. Could I demolish with mine eye Strong towers, stop the fleet stars in sky, Bring down to earth the pale-faced moon, Or turn black midnight to bright noon; Though all things were put in my hand-- As parched, as dry as the Libyan sand Would be my life, if charity Were wanting. But humility Is more than my poor soul durst crave That lies entombed in lowly grave; But if 'twere lawful up to send My voice to heaven, this should it rend: "Lord, thrust me deeper into dust, That thou may'st raise me with the just." There are strange things and worth pondering in all these. An occasional classical allusion seems to us quite out of place, but such things we must pass. The poems are quite different from any we have had before. There has been only a few of such writers in our nation, but I suspect those have had a good deal more influence upon the religious life of it than many thinkers suppose. They are in closest sympathy with the deeper f
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