Prayer is The world in tune, A spirit-voyce, And vocall joyes, Whose Eccho is heaven's blisse. — 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
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
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
They are all gone into the world of light, and I alone sit lingering here. — Henry Vaughan Copy Share
“ 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
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
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
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
The sun doth shake Light from his locks, and, all the way Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day. — Henry Vaughan Copy Share
Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just! Shining nowhere but in the dark; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share
Happy those early days when I Shined in my Angel-infancy. Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share
