John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Henry Vaughan 1622-1695 John Bartlett
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| But felt through all this fleshly dress Bright shoots of everlastingness. |
| The Retreat. |
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| 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. |
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| 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. |
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| 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. |
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| 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. |