So stick up ivy and the bays, and then restore the heathen ways, green will remind you of the Spring, though this great day denies the thing, and mortifies the earth, and all, but your wild revels, and loose hall. — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
The skin and shell of things Though fair are not Thy wish nor prayer but got My meer despair of wings. — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
Early, as well as late, Rise with the sun, and set in the same bowers — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
A ward, and still in bonds, one day I stole abroad; It was high spring, and all the way Primrosed and hung with shade;… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
I played with fire, did counsel spurn, Made life my common stake; But never thought that fire would burn, O that a soul could… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
They are all gone into the world of light, and I alone sit lingering here. — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
“ The Dawning Ah! what time wilt Thou come? when shall that cry, The Bridegroom’s coming! fill the sky; Shall it in the evening… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
Bright pledge of peace and sunshine! the sure tie Of thy Lord's hand, the object of His eye! When I behold thee, though my… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
For each inclosed spirit is a star Enlightening his own little sphere — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
Yet never sleep the sun up. Prayer shou'd Dawn with the day. There are set, awful hours 'Twixt heaven and us. The manna was… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
Sure thou did'st nourish once! and many springs, Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers, Passed o'er thy head; many light hearts and wings,… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
