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The World

by Henry Vaughan (1621 – 1895)

I saw Eternity the other night,

Like a great ring of pure and endless light,

All calm, as it was bright ;

And round beneath it, Time in hours, days, years

Driv'n by the spheres

Like a vast shadow mov'd ; in which the world

And all her train were hurl'd.

The doting lover in his quaintest strain

Did there complain ;

Near him, his lute, his fancy, and his flights,

Wit's sour delights ;

With gloves, and knots, the silly snares of pleasure,

Yet his dear treasure,

All scatter'd lay, while he his eyes did pour

Upon a flow'r.

2.

The darksome statesman, hung with weights and woe,

Like a thick midnight-fog, mov'd there so slow,

He did nor stay, nor go ;

Condemning thoughts—like sad eclipses—scowl

Upon his soul,

And clouds of crying witnesses without

Pursued him with one shout.

Yet digg'd the mole, and lest his ways be found,

Work'd under ground,

Where he did clutch his prey ; but one did see

That policy :

Churches and altars fed him ; perjuries

Were gnats and flies ;

It rain'd about him blood and tears, but he

Drank them as free.

3.

The fearful miser on a heap of rust

Sate pining all his life there, did scarce trust

His own hands with the dust,

Yet would not place one piece above, but lives

In fear of thieves.

Thousands there were as frantic as himself,

And hugg'd each one his pelf ;*

The downright epicure plac'd heav'n in sense,

And scorn'd pretence ;

While others, slipp'd into a wide excess

Said little less ;

The weaker sort slight, trivial wares enslave,

Who think them brave ;

And poor, despisèd Truth sate counting by

Their victory.

4.

Yet some, who all this while did weep and sing,

And sing, and weep, soar'd up into the ring ;

But most would use no wing.

O fools—said I—thus to prefer dark night

Before true light !

To live in grots and caves, and hate the day

Because it shows the way ;

The way, which from this dead and dark abode

Leads up to God ;

A way where you might tread the sun, and be

More bright than he !

But as I did their madness so discuss,

One whisper'd thus,

“This ring the Bridegroom did for none provide,

But for His bride.”

First aired: 9 September, 2008

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