XIV
When Faith and Love which parted from thee never, Had ripen"d thy just soul to dwell with G.o.d, Meekly thou didst resign this earthy load Of Death, call"d Life; which us from Life doth sever Thy Works and Alms and all thy good Endeavour Staid not behind, nor in the grave were trod; But as Faith pointed with her golden rod, Follow"d thee up to joy and bliss for ever.
Love led them on, and Faith who knew them best Thy hand-maids, clad them o"re with purple beams 10 And azure wings, that up they flew so drest, And speak the truth of thee on glorious Theams Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee rest And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams.
Note: Camb. Autograph supplies t.i.tle, On the Religious Memory of Catherine Thomson, my Christian Friend, deceased 16 Decemb., 1646.
XV
ON THE LATE Ma.s.sACHER IN PIEMONT.
Avenge O lord thy slaughter"d Saints, whose bones Lie scatter"d on the Alpine mountains cold, Ev"n them who kept thy truth so pure of old When all our Fathers worship"t Stocks and Stones, Forget not: in thy book record their groanes Who were thy Sheep and in their antient Fold Slayn by the b.l.o.o.d.y Piemontese that roll"d Mother with Infant down the Rocks. Their moans The Vales redoubl"d to the Hills, and they To Heav"n. Their martyr"d blood and ashes sow 10 O"re all th"Italian fields where still doth sway The triple Tyrant: that from these may grow A hunder"d-fold, who having learnt thy way Early may fly the Babylonian wo.
XVI
When I consider how my light is spent, E"re half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide, Lodg"d with me useless, though my Soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, least he returning chide, Doth G.o.d exact day-labour, light deny"d, I fondly ask; But patience to prevent That murmur, soon replies, G.o.d doth not need Either man"s work or his own gifts, who best 10 Bear his milde yoak, they serve him best, his State Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed And post o"re Land and Ocean without rest: They also serve who only stand and waite.
XVII
Lawrence of vertuous Father vertuous Son, Now that the Fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help wast a sullen day; what may be Won From the hard Season gaining: time will run On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire The frozen earth; and cloth in fresh attire The Lillie and Rose, that neither sow"d nor spun.
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attick tast, with Wine, whence we may rise 10 To hear the Lute well toucht, or artfull voice Warble immortal Notes and Tuskan Ayre?
He who of those delights can judge, and spare To interpose them oft, is not unwise.
XVIII
Cyriack, whose Grandsire on the Royal Bench Of Brittish Themis, with no mean applause p.r.o.nounc"t and in his volumes taught our Lawes, Which others at their Barr so often wrench: To day deep thoughts resolve with me to drench In mirth, that after no repenting drawes; Let Euclid rest and Archimedes pause, And what the Swede intend, and what the French.
To measure life, learn thou betimes, and know Toward solid good what leads the nearest way; 10 For other things mild Heav"n a time ordains, And disapproves that care, though wise in show, That with superfluous burden loads the day, And when G.o.d sends a cheerful hour, refrains.
XIX
Methought I saw my late espoused Saint Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave, Whom Joves great Son to her glad Husband gave, Rescu"d from death by force though pale and faint.
Mine as whom washt from spot of child-bed taint, Purification in the old Law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind: Her face was vail"d, yet to my fancied sight, 10 Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin"d So clear, as in no face with more delight.
But O as to embrace me she enclin"d I wak"d, she fled, and day brought back my night.
ON THE NEW FORCERS OF CONSCIENCE UNDER THE LONG PARLIAMENT.
Because you have thrown of your Prelate Lord, And with stiff Vowes renounc"d his Liturgie To seise the widdow"d wh.o.r.e Pluralitie From them whose sin ye envi"d, not abhor"d, Dare ye for this adjure the Civill Sword To force our Consciences that Christ set free, And ride us with a cla.s.sic Hierarchy Taught ye by meer A. S. and Rotherford?
Men whose Life, Learning, Faith and pure intent Would have been held in high esteem with Paul 10 Must now he nam"d and printed Hereticks By shallow Edwards and Scotch what d"ye call: But we do hope to find out all your tricks, Your plots and packing wors then those of Trent, That so the Parliament May with their wholsom and preventive Shears Clip your Phylacteries, though bauk your Ears, And succour our just Fears When they shall read this clearly in your charge New Presbyter is but Old Priest Writ Large. 20
The four following sonnets were not published until 1694, and then in a mangled form by Phillips, in his Life of Milton; they are here printed from the Cambridge MS., where that to Fairfax is in Milton"s autograph.
ON THE LORD GEN. FAIRFAX AT THE SEIGE OF COLCHESTER.
Fairfax, whose name in armes through Europe rings Filling each mouth with envy, or with praise, And all her jealous monarchs with amaze, And rumors loud, that daunt remotest kings, Thy firm unshak"n vertue ever brings Victory home, though new rebellions raise Their Hydra heads, & the fals North displaies Her brok"n league, to impe their serpent wings, O yet a n.o.bler task awaites thy hand; Yet what can Warr, but endless warr still breed, 10 Till Truth, & Right from Violence be freed, And Public Faith cleard from the shamefull brand Of Public Fraud. In vain doth Valour bleed While Avarice, & Rapine share the land.
TO THE LORD GENERALL CROMWELL MAY 1652.
ON THE PROPOSALLS OF CERTAINE MINISTERS AT THE COMMITTEE FOR PROPAGATION OF THE GOSPELL.
Cromwell, our cheif of men, who through a cloud Not of warr onely, but detractions rude, Guided by faith & matchless Fort.i.tude To peace & truth thy glorious way hast plough"d, And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud Hast reard G.o.ds Trophies, & his work pursu"d, While Darwen stream with blood of Scotts imbru"d, And Dunbarr field resounds thy praises loud, And Worsters laureat wreath; yet much remaines To conquer still; peace hath her victories 10 No less renownd then warr, new foes aries Threatning to bind our soules with secular chaines: Helpe us to save free Conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves whose Gospell is their maw.
TO SR HENRY VANE THE YOUNGER.
Vane, young in yeares, but in sage counsell old, Then whome a better Senatour nere held The helme of Rome, when gownes not armes repelld The feirce Epeirot & the African bold, Whether to settle peace, or to unfold The drift of hollow states, hard to be spelld, Then to advise how warr may best, upheld, Move by her two maine nerves, Iron & Gold In all her equipage: besides to know Both spirituall powre & civill, what each meanes 10 What severs each thou hast learnt, which few have don The bounds of either sword to thee wee ow.
Therfore on thy firme hand religion leanes In peace, & reck"ns thee her eldest son.
TO MR. CYRIACK SKINNER UPON HIS BLINDNESS.
Cyriack, this three years day these eys, though clear To outward view, of blemish or of spot; Bereft of light thir seeing have forgot, Nor to thir idle orbs doth sight appear Of Sun or Moon or Starre throughout the year, Or man or woman. Yet I argue not Against heavns hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask?
The conscience, Friend, to have lost them overply"d 10 In libertyes defence, my n.o.ble task, Of which all Europe talks from side to side.
This thought might lead me through the world"s vain mask Content though blind, had I no better guide.
PSAL. I. Done into Verse, 1653.