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The Poetical Works of Thomas Traherne - 1636?-1674 - From the Original Manuscripts
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THORN DRURY MY youth was ever constant to one dream, Though hope failed oft-so hopeless did it seem-That in the ri encsso f my days I might Something achieve that should the world requite For my existence for it was a pain T o think that I should live and live in vain And most my thoughts were turned towards the Muse, Though long she did my earnest prayers refuse, And left me darkling and despairing then By happy chance there came within my ken A hapless poet, whom-1 thank kind fate -I t was my privilege to help instate In that proud eminence wherein he shines Now that no more on earth he sadly pines. This was a fortune such as I must ever Be thankful for-yet still twas my endeavour, With what, I hope, was no unworthy zeal, My life-work with some other deed to seal, DEDICATION And 10 when such a dream might well seem vain, Propitious fate smiled on me once again, And through the mists of times close-woven pall A glint of light on one dim form did fall, Which, as I gazed more earnestly, became A living soul, discovered by the flame Of glowing inspiration which possessed Even now, as when he lived, the poets breast. Did I deceive myself Could it be true A new poetic star was in my view, And shining with a lustre bright and clear, Where, constellated in the heavenly sphere, Herbert and Vaughan, Crashaw and Milton shine With varying brightness, yet alike divine I gazed again, but still that star burned on, And ever with a deeper radiance shone, Until I knew no Will-0-th-Wisps false light, No nleteor delusive mocked my sight, But twas indeed a fulgent planet which He lceforths hall with its beams the heavens cnrich. Some vanity, I know, is in this strain, nut men may be with reason sometimesvain Shall he alone who does a worthy deed Not pay himself, if so he will, that meed Of self-applause from which all virtues spring, -Without it who would do a noble thing DEDICATION So let the world arraign me as it will, It cannot now my satisfaction chill, Since you, dear friend and all whose praise I prize, Look on my labours with approving eyes. This book to you tis fit I dedicate Since you, my friend, so well appreciate-Nay, rather love, our poeis of old time, Responding ever to their notes sublime Who, though you treasure most those sons of light, Whose radiance glitters on the brow of night, Do not despise the faintest twinkling star That shines where Shakespeare, Spenser, Milton are Who can, like Lamb, a brilliant flower descry Where all seems sterile to the common eye, Who, like Lamb, too, to no strait bounds confined, Have room for all fair fancies in your mind, And, with a taste that never errs, discover Faults like a censor, beauties like a lover. Here is another offering for your store, Though not arrayed in that brown garb of yore Which, with quaint type and paper stained with age, Were for the Spirit of our Poet-Sage A fitter dwelling, more becoming page. W I could not give him these, and so have sought To match his noble and exalted thought DEDICATION With the best raiment that our time afi-ords Of comely type, fine paper, seemly boards, Which, centuries hence, to our childrens childrens eyes May have an antique look which they shall prize, When Trahernes name, familiar to their ears, Shall hold assured a place among his peers. CONTENTS X CONTENTS CONTENTS xi PAGE ON NEWS . I35 THET RIUMPH . . 138 THE O NLY IL L . . 140 THE RECOVERY . 142 THE G LORY OF ISRAEL . 43ASPIRATION . ... |
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