Henry Vaughan - "Thou That Know`st for Whom I Mourn"Henry Vaughan - "Thou That Know`st for Whom I Mourn"
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THOU that know`st for whom I mourn,
And why these tears appear,
That keep`st account till he return
Of all his dust left here ;
As easily Thou might`st prevent,
As now produce, these tears,
And add unto that day he went
A fair supply of years.
But `twas my sin that forc`d Thy hand
To cull this primrose out,
That by Thy early choice forewarn`d
My soul might look about.
O what a vanity is man !
How like the eye`s quick wink
His cottage fails ; whose narrow span
Begins even at the brink !
Nine months thy hands are fashioning us,
And many years—alas !—
Ere we can lisp, or ought discuss
Concerning Thee, must pass ;
Yet have I known Thy slightest things,
A feather, or a shell,
A stick, or rod, which some chance brings
The best of us excel ;
Yea, I have known these shreds outlast
A fair-compacted frame,
And for one twenty we have past
Almost outlive our name.
Thus hast Thou plac`d in man`s outside
Death to the common eye,
That heaven within him might abide,
And close eternity ;
Hence youth, and folly, man`s first shame,
Are put unto the slaughter,
And serious thoughts begin to tame
The wise man`s madness, laughter.
Dull, wretched worms ! that would not keep
Within our first fair bed,
But out of Paradise must creep
For ev`ry foot to tread !
Yet had our pilgrimage been free,
And smooth without a thorn,
Pleasures had foil`d eternity,
And tares had chok`d the corn.
Thus by the cross salvation runs ;
Affliction is a mother
Whose painful throes yield many sons,
Each fairer than the other.
A silent tear can pierce Thy throne,
When loud joys want a wing ;
And sweeter airs stream from a groan,
Than any arted string.
Thus, Lord, I see my gain is great,
My loss but little to it ;
Yet something more I must entreat,
And only Thou canst do it.
O let me—like him—know my end !
And be as glad to find it :
And whatsoe`er Thou shalt commend,
Still let Thy servant mind it !
Then make my soul white as his own,
My faith as pure and steady,
And deck me, Lord, with the same crown
Thou hast crown`d him already !
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