by Henry Vaughan
WHEN to my Eyes
Whilst deep sleep others catches,
host of spies,
The stars, shine in their watches,
I do survey
And how they work, and wind ;
With the like ardour shin'd ;
And bright stirs are there !
And slow motions here !
Are a fiery-liquid light,
Streams, and flames thus to the sight.
my God !
on this blood
And water, in one beam ;
Both liquors burn, and stream.
And celestial flows,
Which Thy Spirit blows !
MATTH. CAP. 3. VER. II.
I indeed baptize you with water unto repentance, but
He that cometh after me is mightier than I ; Whose
shoes I am not worthy to bear ; He shall baptize
you with the Holy Ghost, and with fire.
Vaughan, Henry. The Poems of Henry Vaughan, Silurist. vol I.
E. K. Chambers, Ed. London, Lawrence & Bullen Ltd., 1896. 63-64.
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