XXXIII. TO THE KING1 (CHARLES I.). (By George Sandys. Born 1577; died 1644.) UR graver Muse from her long dream awakes; Peneian groves and Cirrha's caves Inspired with zeal, she climbs the ethereal hills Lest she, who in the Orient clearly rose, Should in your Western world obscurely close. ' Prefixed to Sandys' "Paraphrase upon the Psalms of David," 1636. Then brought'st me home in safety, that this earth XXXV. A HYMN TO MY REDEEMER.1 AVIOUR of mankind, Man, Emmanuel, The first-fruits of the grave; whose life did give Light to our darkness; in whose death we live; Correct my will, Protect me still, devour O strengthen Thou my faith! Sandys' "Relation of a Journey begun A. D. 1610," 1615, p. 167. These are the lines referred to in the last poem, as an offering hung upon the sepulchre of Christ. XXXIV. DEO OPT. MAX.1 (By George Sandys.) THOU, who all things hast of nothing made, Whose hand the radiant firmament dis- With such an undiscerned swiftness hurled That hung'st the solid earth in fleeting air, Appended to the same, pp. 240-4. And in his ruin exercise their might; And flattered vice the name of virtue gained. Left unextinguished; all enveloped With darkness; in their bold transgressions dead: When Thou didst from the East a light display, Which rendered to the world a clearer day; Whose precepts from Hell's jaws our steps withdraw, And whose example was a living law; Who purged us with His blood; the way prepared To Heaven, and those long chained-up doors unbarred. How infinite Thy mercy! which exceeds The world thou madest, as well as our misdeeds; |