Man is the shuttle, to whose winding quest And passage through these looms God ordered motion, but ordained no rest. — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
Mornings are mysteries; the first world's youth, Man's resurrection, and the future's bud Shroud in their births. — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
Caesar had perished from the world of men, had not his sword been rescued by his pen. — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just! Shining nowhere but in the dark; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep. So some strange thoughts transcend our… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
Death, and darkness get you packing, Nothing now to man is lacking, All your triumphs now are ended, And what Adam marred,… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
Some men a forward motion love, But I by backward steps would move, And when this dust falls to the urn In… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
There is in God - some say - A deep, but dazzling darkness; as men here Say it is late and dusky,… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
Man hath still either toys or care: But hath no root, nor to one place is tied, but ever restless and irregular,… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
Dear, harmless age! the short, swift span Where weeping Virtue parts with man; Where love without lust dwells, and bends What way… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
Bright shadows of true rest! some shoots of bliss; Heaven once a week; The next world's gladness prepossest in this; A day… — 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
