Nailed to the ground, and fastened there, And when my very heart seemed dried, No hope had I, no trust That any power again could blefs But if both hope and fear were vain, Between our fearfulness and pride. Trench. L ET them that would build caftles in the air, Instead of feet to climb, take wings to fly, And think their turrets top the sky. But let me lay all my foundations deep, And learn before I run, to creep, Who digs through rocks to lay his ground-works low, May in good time build high, and sure, though flow. Christopher Harvey. PRAYER. PRAYER. RAYER-the church's banquet; angel's age; PRAYE God's breath in man returning to his birth; The soul in paraphrase; heart in pilgrimage; The Chriftian plummet, sounding heaven and earth; Engine against th' Almighty; finner's tower; A kind of tune, which all things hear and fear; Softness, and peace, and joy, and love, and bliss; The milky-way; the bird of paradise ; Church bells beyond the stars heard; the soul's blood; The land of spices; something understood. George Herbert. JOYES! infinite sweetness! with what flowres Of night and rest, Of fleep and clouds, This dew fell on my breast; And spirits all my earth! heark! in what rings The rifing winds And falling springs, Birds, beafts, all things Adore Him in their kinds. In sacred hymnes and order, the great chime The world in tune, A spirit-voyce, And vocall joyes, Whose eccho is heaven's bliffe. O let me climbe When I lye down! The pious soul by night Under some cloud, Yet are above, And fhine and move Beyond that mistie shrowd. That curtain'd grave, though fleep, like afhes, hide Henry Vaughan. A GARDEN so well watered before morn Is hotly up, that not the swart sun's blaze, Down-beating with unmitigated rays, Nor arid winds from scorching places borne, Trench. ENSAMPLES OF OUR SAVIOUR. UR Saviour, (pattern of true holiness,) O teaching, When he was baptized in the wilderness, In working miracles and in his preaching, Upon the mount, in garden groves of death, At his laft supper, at his parting breath. Nothing more grateful in the highest eyes, And not depart till mercy do respect us: Robert Southwell. CALL TO PRAYER, NOME to the morning prayer, Prayer is the Christian pilgrim's staff, |