Awake yee westerne Nymphs, arise and sing:
And with fresh tunes salute your welcome spring,
Behold a choyce, a rare and pleasant plant,
Which nothing but it's parallel doth want.
T'was but a tender slip a while agoe,
About twice ten years or a little moe,
But now 'tis grown unto such comely state
That one would think't an Olive tree or Date.

A skilfull Husband-man he was, who brought
This matchles plant from far, and here hath sought
A place to set it in: and for it's sake,
The wildernes a pleasant land doth make,

Awake to the cold light
of wet wind running
twigs in tremors. Walls
are naked. Twilights raw —
and when the sun taps steeples
their glistenings dwindle
upward . . .

March

slips along the ground
like a mouse under pussy
willows, a little hungry.

The vagrant ghost of winter,
is it this that keeps the chimney
busy still? For something still
nudges shingles and windows:

but waveringly, — this ghost,
this slate-eyed saintly wraith
of winter wanes
and knows its waning.

Awake! The day is coming now
That brings the sweat of anguish to the brow
Of Christians, Jews, and Pagans all!
Many a token in the sky
And on the earth shows it is nigh:
Foretold in Holy Writ withal.
The sun no longer shows
His face; and treason sows
His secret seeds that no man can detect;
Fathers by their children are undone;
The brother would the brother cheat;
And the cowled monk is a deceit,
Who should the way to Heaven direct;
Might is right, and justice there is none.
Arise! we slept, nor of the peril recked.

Awake Sound Sleeper! hark, what Dismal knells,
Arrests thy drowsie sences, and compells,
Unbiden Tears to flow, from such a Source
As doth deny Nature her freer Course.
Ah me! to[o] well I know, my Dearest friend,
In whom my Joyes did terminate and End,
Hath payd to Death her Dues; Thus God Decrees,
To some their minutes to other some Degrees.
So Irriversible is this our Doome,
That in our Loftiest hopes we find our Tombe!
Death rangeth here and there and Nips those Buds
Who might have prov'd worthy, Thrice worthy Studs,

Because of the first, the fear of wreck,
which they taught us to fear (though we learned
at once, and easily),
because of the wreck
that was expected (and metal given velocity
and heft to assure it) —
we became adepts in
rise above : how many versions: the church
steeple that took the eye straight up to
heaven (though it seemed snagged on
the cross-beam of that cross, torn blue
at the top, where sense leaked out). And
rise above , transcendence, on that higher

Awake or sleeping (for I know not which)
I was or was not mazed within a wood
Where every mother-bird brought up her brood
Safe in some leafy niche
Of oak or ash, of cypress or of beech,

Of silvery aspen trembling delicately,
Of plane or warmer-tinted sycomore,
Of elm that dies in secret from the core,
Of ivy weak and free,
Of pines, of all green lofty things that be.

Such birds they seemed as challenged each desire;
Like spots of azure heaven upon the wing,
Like downy emeralds that alight and sing,

1. Awake my soul, betimes awake,
2. To him lift up thy voice of praise
Lift up thyself on high; Beg of thy God for
And well tuned heart to sing A morning song in
Jesus' sake To hear thy morning cry.
sacred lays; Thy cheerful tribute bring.

3. I laid me down and sweetly slept
In safety from all harm;
By Israel's Keeper I was kept,
Safeguarded by his arm.

4. My blessed Lord, still thou dost make
My mornings to rejoice;
Thy evening blessings I partake
And praise with joyful voice.

5. O may the dawnings of this day

A WAKE , my Soul, and with the sun,
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

Thy precious time misspent, redeem;
Each present day thy last esteem;
Improve thy talent with due care,
For the great day thyself prepare.

Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
Think how all-seeing God thy ways,
And all thy secret thoughts, surveys.

By influence of the light divine,
Let thy own light to others shine;
Reflect all heaven's propitious rays,

Awake, awake, ye drowsy souls,
And hear what I shall tell.
Remember Christ the Lamb of God
Redeemed our souls from hell.
He's crowned with thorns, spit on with scorn,
The Jews have hid themselves.
So God send you all in a joyful New Year.

They bound Christ's body to a tree
And wounded him full sore;
From every wound the blood ran down
Till Christ could bleed no more.
His dying wounds they rent and tore
All covered with pearly gore.

Then Jesus He called to Thomas
And bid him come and see,

Awake, awake! thou heavy sprite
That sleep'st the deadly sleep of sin!
Rise now and walk the ways of light,
'Tis not too late yet to begin.
Seek heaven early, seek it late;
True Faith finds still an open gate.

Get up, get up, thou leaden man!
Thy track, to endless joy or pain,
Yields but the model of a span:
Yet burns out thy life's lamp in vain!
One minute bounds thy bane or bliss;
Then watch and labour while time is.