Tis Hard To Find God, But To

Rise And Put On Your Foliage, And Be Seen To Come Forth, Like The Spring-time, Fresh And Green, And Sweet As Flora. Take No Care For Jewels For Your Gown Or Hair Fear Not; The Leaves Will Strew Gems In Abundance Upon You Besides, The Childhood Of The Day Has Kept, Against You Come, Some Orient Pearls Unwept. Come, And Receive Them While The Light Hangs On The Dew-locks Of The Night And Titan On The Eastern Hill Retires Himself, Or Else Stands Still Till You Come Forth! Wash, Dress, Be Brief In Praying Few Beads Are Best When Once We Go A-maying.

Hast Thou Attempted Greatnesse? Then Go On; Back-turning Slackens Resolution.

My Soul I'll Pour Into Thee.

Things Are Evermore Sincere; / Candor Here, And Lustre There / Delighting.

O Thou, The Drink Of Gods And Angels! Wine