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Silence And Stealth Of Days

Silence, and stealth of days! 'tis now

Since thou art gone,

Twelve hundred hours, and not a brow

But clouds hang on.

As he that in some cave's thick damp

Lockt from the light,

Fixeth a solitary lamp,

To brave the night,

by Henry Vaughan

Love And Discipline

Since in a land not barren still

(Because Thou dost Thy grace distill)

My lot is fallen, blest be Thy will!

And since these biting frosts but kill

Some tares in me which choke or spill

That seed Thou sow'st, blest be Thy skill!

Blest be Thy dew, and blest Thy frost,

And happy I to be so crossed,

by Henry Vaughan

I Walk'd The Other Day

I walk'd the other day, to spend my hour,

Into a field,

Where I sometimes had seen the soil to yield

A gallant flow'r;

But winter now had ruffled all the bow'r

And curious store

I knew there heretofore.

Yet I, whose search lov'd not to peep and peer

by Henry Vaughan

The Timber

Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs,

Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers,

Pass'd o'er thy head; many light hearts and wings,

Which now are dead, lodg'd in thy living bowers.

And still a new succession sings and flies;

Fresh groves grow up, and their green branches shoot

Towards the old and still enduring skies,

by Henry Vaughan

The Water-Fall

With what deep murmurs through time's silent stealth

Doth thy transparent, cool, and wat'ry wealth

Here flowing fall,

And chide, and call,

As if his liquid, loose retinue stay'd

Ling'ring, and were of this steep place afraid;

The common pass

Where, clear as glass,

by Henry Vaughan

Christ's Nativity

. Awake, glad heart! get up and sing!

It is the birth-day of thy King.

Awake! awake!

The Sun doth shake

Light from his locks, and all the way

Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day.

Awake, awake! hark how th' wood rings;

Winds whisper, and the busy springs

by Henry Vaughan

The Shower (I)

'TWAS so ; I saw thy birth. That drowsy lake

From her faint bosom breath'd thee, the disease

Of her sick waters and infectious ease.

But now at even,

Too gross for heaven,

Thou fall'st in tears, and weep'st for thy mistake.

by Henry Vaughan

The Pursuit

LORD ! what a busy, restless thing

Hast Thou made man !

Each day and hour he is on wing,

Rests not a span ;

Then having lost the sun and light,

By clouds surpris'd,

He keeps a commerce in the night

With air disguis'd.

by Henry Vaughan

Peace

. My Soul, there is a country

Afar beyond the stars,

Where stands a winged sentry

All skillful in the wars;

There, above noise and danger

Sweet Peace sits, crown'd with smiles,

And One born in a manger

Commands the beauteous files.

by Henry Vaughan

Beyond The Veil

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

by Henry Vaughan

Cock-Crowing

Father of lights! what sunny seed,

What glance of day hast Thou confined

Into this bird? To all the breed

This busy ray Thou hast assigned;

Their magnetism works all night,

And dreams of paradise and light.

Their eyes watch for the morning hue;

Their little grain, expelling night,

by Henry Vaughan

A Song To Amoret

If I were dead, and, in my place,

Some fresher youth designed

To warm thee, with new fires; and grace

Those arms I left behind:

Were he as faithful as the Sun,

That's wedded to the Sphere;

His blood as chaste and temperate run,

As April's mildest tear;

by Henry Vaughan