Richard Crashaw

Days that need borrow
No part of their good morrow,
From a fore-spent night of sorrow.

Days that need borrow
No part of their good morrow,
From a fore-spent night of sorrow.

Tresses, that wear
Jewels, but to declare
How much themselves more precious are.

Tresses, that wear
Jewels, but to declare
How much themselves more precious are.

Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life;
Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of Thy reign,
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Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life;
Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of Thy reign,
Distils from thence the tears of wrath and strife,
And so turns wine to water back again.
- Richard Crashaw,

Feast of Philip & James, Apostles Come Love, come Lord, and that long day For which I languish, come away. read more

Feast of Philip & James, Apostles Come Love, come Lord, and that long day For which I languish, come away. When this dry soul those eyes shall see And drink the unseal'd source of Thee, When glory's sun faith's shades shall chase, Then for Thy veil give me Thy face.

A happy soul, that all the way
To heaven hath a summer's day.

A happy soul, that all the way
To heaven hath a summer's day.