and, by consequence, the most readily perceived. Mr. Headley says:-"With a peculiar devotional cast, he possessed one of those ineffable minds which border on enthusiasm, and, when fortunately directed, occasionally produce great things." The following generously admiring lines to his friend Crashaw are from the pen of Abraham Cowley : "Poet and saint! to thee alone are given The two most sacred names of earth and heaven, Next that of Godhead with humanity. Long did the Muses banished slaves abide, And built their pyramids to human pride; Like Moses, thou, though spells and charms withstand, Hast brought them nobly back to their Holy Land. Hail, Bard triumphant, and some care bestow On us, the poets militant below, Opposed by our old enemy, adverse chance, Attacked by envy and by ignorance. Thou from low earth in nobler flames didst rise, And like Elijah mount alive the skies." EASTER DAY. Rise, heir of fresh eternity, From thy virgin-tomb: Rise, mighty man of wonders, and thy world with thee, Thy tomb, the universal east, Nature's new womb; Thy tomb, fair immortality's perfuméd nest. Of all the glories make noon gay This is the morn, This rock buds forth the fountain of the stream of day. In joy's white annals live this hour, When life was born, No cloud scowl on his radiant lids, no tempest lour! Life, by this light's nativity, All creatures have. Death only by this day's just doom is forced to die; Throned in thy grave, Death will on this condition be content to die. TO THE NAME ABOVE EVERY NAME-THE NAME OF JESUS. A HYMN. I sing the Name which none can say, The heirs elect of love; whose names belong All ye wise souls, who in the wealthy breast Bring hither thy whole self; and let me see Of noble powers, I see, And full of nothing else but empty me Than this great morning's mighty business. Alas! will never do; We must have store; Go, soul, out of thyself, and seek for more; Great Nature for the key of her huge chest Of nimble art, and traverse round All-sovereign Name, To warn each several kind And shape of sweetness-be they such As sigh with supple wind Or answer artful touch That they convene and come away To wait at the love-crowned doors of that illustrious day Wake lute and harp, And every sweet-lipped thing Start into life, and leap with me Nor must you think it much I have authority in Love's name to take you, Of Him who never sleeps, all things that are, And come along; Help me to meditate mine immortal song. Bring all the store Of sweets you have, and murmur that you have no more. Come, ne'er to part, Nature and art! Come, and come strong, To the conspiracy of our spacious song. Bring all the powers of praise Your provinces of well-united worlds can raise; Or you, more noble architects of intellectual noise, Solicitors of souls or ears; And when you are come, with all That you can bring, or we can call, For ever here, and mix Yourselves into the long And everlasting series of a deathless song; Mix all your many worlds, above, Cheer thee, my heart! For thou too hast thy part Of this unbounded, all-embracing song. To all the dear-bought nations this redeeming name, The name of your delights and our desires, Our murmurs have their music too, Ye mighty orbs, as well as you, Nor yields the noblest nest The same bright business, ye third Heavens, with you. We will have care To keep it fair, And send it back to you again. Come, lovely Name! appear from forth the bright Look from thine own illustrious home, Fair king of names, and come: Leave all thy native glories in their gorgeous nest, Of humble souls, that seek to find The hidden sweets Which man's heart meets When thou art master of the mind. Unlock thy cabinet of day, Dearest sweet, and come away. Lo, how the thirsty lands Gasp for thy golden showers, with long-stretched hands! Lo, how the labouring earth, All heaven by thee, Leaps at thy birth! The attending world, to wait thy rise, And then, not knowing what to do, Oh, come away And kill the death of this delay. Oh, see so many worlds of barren years To catch the daybreak of thy dawn! And know what sweets are sucked from out it. By which they thrive, Where all their hoard of honey lies. Lo, where it comes, upon the snowy dove's The birth of our bright joys. Oh, thou compacted Cloud of condenséd sweets! and break upon us Oh, fill our senses, and take from us All force of so profane a fallacy, To think aught sweet but that which smells of thee. Fair flowery Name! in none but thee, And thy nectareal fragrancy, Hourly there meets An universal synod of all sweets; |