eve or ear

said,

Offended with my question, in full choir, I answered : The all-potent, sole, imAnswered, “To find thy God thou must

mense, look higher."

Surpassing sense;

Unspeakable, inscrutable, eternal, I asked the heavens, sun, moon, and

Lord over all; stars; but they

The only terrible, strong, just, and true, Said, “We obey

Who hath no end, and no beginning The God thou seekest." I asked what

knew. Could see or hear,

He is the well of life, for he doth give What in the world I might descry or

To all that live know

Both breath and being; he is the Creator

Both of the water, Above, below; With an unanimous voice, all these things Earth, air, and fire. Of all things that

subsist “We are not God, but we by him were of all the heavenly host, or what earth

He hath the list, made.”

claims, I asked the worlal's great universal mass

He keeps the scroll, and calls them by If that God was;

their names. Which with a mighty and strong voice And now, my God, by thine illumining replied,

grace,
As stupefied,
"I am not he, O man! for know that I

Thy glorious face
By him on high

(So far forth as it may discovered be) Was fashioned first of nothing; thus And though invisible and intinite,

Methinks I see; instateid

To human sight And swayed by him by whom I was created.

Thou, in thy mercy, justice, truth, ap

pearest, I sought the court ; but smooth-tongued

In which, to our weak sense, thou comest

nearest.
flattery there
Deceived each ear;

0, make us apt to seek and quick to find, In the thronged city there was selling,

Thou, God, most kind ! buying,

Give us love, hope, and faith, in thee to Swearing, and lying;

trust, 1 the country, craft in simpleness ar

Thou, God, most just!
rayed,

Remit all our offences, we entreat,
And then I said, -

Most good! most great! * Vain is my search, although my pains Grant that our willing, though unworthy Where my God is there can be no deceit.” May, through thy grace, admit us

quest

'mongst the blest. A scrutiny within myself I then

Even thus began:
“O man, what art thou !" What more

could I say
Than dust and clay,

HENRY KING.
Frail, mortal, fading, a mere puff

, a blast, That cannot last;

(1591 - 1669.) Enthroned to-day, to-morrow in an urn, Formed from that earth to which I must

SIC VITA.
return?

Like to the falling of a star,
I asked myself what this great God might Or as the flights of eagles are;

Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue,
That fashioned me.

Or silver drops of morning dew;

be great;

be

Offended with my question, in full choir, I answered : The all-potent, sole, imAnswered, “To find thy God thou must

mense, look higher."

Surpassing sense;

Unspeakable, inscrutable, eternal, I asked the heavens, sun, moon, and

Lord over all; stars; but they

The only terrible, strong, just, and true, Said, “We obey

Who hath no end, and no beginning The God thou seekest. I ed what

knew.
eve or ear
Could see or hear,-

He is the well of life, for he doth give

To all that live What in the world I might descry or know

Both breath and being; he is the Creator

Both of the water, Above, below; With an unanimous voice, all these things Earth, air, and fire. Of all things that said,

subsist We are not God, but we by him were

He hath the list, made."

Of all the heavenly host, or what earth

claims, I asked the world's great universal mass

He keeps the scroll, and calls them by If that Gol was;

their names. Which with a mighty and strong voice and now, my God, by thine illumining

replied,
As stupefied,

grace, "I am not he, o man! for know that I

Thy glorious face
By him on high

(So far forth as it may discovered be)

Methinks I see ; Was fashioned first of nothing; thus And though invisible and infinite, instated

To human sight And swayed by him by whom I was created."

Thou, in thy mercy, justice, truth, ap

pearest, I sought the court ; but smooth-tongued In which, to our weak sense, thou comest

flattery there Deceived each ear;

O, make us apt to seek and quick to finil, In the thronged city there was selling,

Thou, God, most kind ! buying,

Give us love, hope, and faith, in thee to Swearing, and lying;

trust, I the country, craft in simpleness ar

Thou, God, most just!
rayed,

Remit all our offences, we entreat,
And then I said,

Most good ! most great ! "Vain is my search, although my pains Grant that our willing, though unworthy be great ;

quest Where my God is there can be no deceit.” May, through thy grace, admit us

'mongst the blest. A scrutiny within myself I then

Even thus began :
“O man, what art thou ?” What more

could I say
Than dust and clay,

HENRY KING.
Frail, mortal, fading, a mere puff, a blast,
That cannot last;

(1591 – 1669.)
Enthroned to-day, to-morrow in an urn,
Formed from that earth to which I must

SIC VITA. return?

Like to the falling of a star, I asked myself what this great God might Or as the flights of eagles are; be

Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue, That fashioned me.

Or silver drops of morning dew;

nearest.