Joy comes from using your potential.Will Schultz
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Silex Scintillans (1655)
- Dear Night! this world's defeat;
The stop to busy fools; care's check and curb;
The day of spirits; my soul's calm retreat
Which none disturb!
Christ's progress, and His prayer-time;
The hours to which high Heaven doth chime.
- The Night, l. 25.
- There is in God, some say,
A deep but dazzling darkness.
- The Night, l. 49.
- Happy those early days, when I
Shined in my angel-infancy!
Before I understood this place
Appointed for my second race.
- The Retreat, l. 1.
- But felt through all this fleshly dress
Bright shoots of everlastingness.
- The Retreat, l. 19.
- Some men a forward motion love,
But I by backward steps would move.
- The Retreat, l. 29.
- I cannot reach it, and my striving eye
Dazzles at it, as at eternity.
- I saw Eternity the other night
Like a great ring of pure and endless light.
All calm, as it was bright;
And round beneath it, Time in hours, days, years,
Driv'n by the spheres
Like a vast shadow moved; in which the world
And all her train were hurled.
- The World.
- They are all gone into the world of light!
And I alone sit lingering here;
Their very memory is fair and bright,
And my sad thoughts doth clear.
- They Are All Gone, st. 1.
- I see them walking in an air of glory
Whose light doth trample on my days,
My days, which are at best but dull and hoary,
Mere glimmering and decays.
- They Are All Gone, st. 3.
- Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just!
Shining nowhere but in the dark;
What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust,
Could man outlook that mark!
- They Are All Gone, st. 5.
- And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams
Call to the soul when man doth sleep,
So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes,
And into glory peep.
- They Are All Gone.
- My soul, there is a country
Far beyond the stars
Where stands a wingèd sentry
All skillful in the wars:
There, above noise and danger,
Sweet Peace is crowned with smiles,
And One born in a manger
Commands the beauteous files.
- Peace, st. 1.
- Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch
At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb;
Keep clean, be as fruit, earn life, and watch
Till the white-wing’d reapers come!
- The Seed Growing Secretly.