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As great a store Have we of books as bees of herbs or more. - [Libraries] Dear beauteous death, the jewel of the just. - [Death] Mornings are mysteries; the first world's youth, Man's resurrection, and the future's bud Shroud in their births. - [Morning] Thou can'st not die. Here thou art more than safe Where every book is thy epitaph. - on Sir Thomas Bodley's library [Libraries] And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep. - Ascension Hymn (They are all gone into the World of Light) (st. 7) [Dreams : Thought] The sun doth shake Light from his locks, and, all the way Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day. - Christ's Nativity [Christmas] 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 not good After sun-rising; far day sullies flowres. Rise to prevent the sun; sleep doth sin glut, And heaven's gate opens when the world's is shut. - Rules and Lessons (st. 2) [Sleep] Prayer is The world in tune, A spirit-voyce And vocall joyes, Whose Eccho is heaven's blisse. - The Morning Watch [Prayer] 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 light be dim, Distinct, and low, I can in thine see Him Who looks upon thee from His glorious throne, And minds the covenant between all and One. - The Rainbow [Rainbows] But felt through all this fleshly dresse Bright shootes of everlastingnesse. - The Retreate [Immortality] Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb; Keep clean, be as fruit, earn life, and watch, Till the white-wing'd reapers come. - The Seed Growing Secretly [Cleanliness : Growth] Sure thou did'st flourish once! and many springs, Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers, Passed 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; While the low violet thrives at their root. - The Timber [Trees]
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