The pilgrim's staff Author:Fitz Roy Carrington Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Thomas Campion (15677-1619) O come quickly! NEVER weather-beaten sail mote willing bent to store, Never tired pilgrim's limbs affetf eel slumber more, Tha... more »n my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast: O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to rest ! Ever blooming are the joys of heaven's high Paradise, Cold age deaf snot there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes: Clory there the sun outshines: whose beams the Blessed only see: O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to Thee! Awake, awake! thou heavy sprite K WAKE, awake! them 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. Cet 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. Anonymous Song of Mary the Mother of Christ HJERUSALEM, my happy home, When shall I come to thee ? When shall my sorrows have an end, Thy joys when shall I see ? O happy harbour of the Saints ! O sweet and pleasant soil ! In thee no sorrow may be found, No grief, no care, no toil. There lust and lucre cannot dwell, There envy bears no sway: There is no hunger, heat, nor cold, But pleasure every way. Thy walls are made of precious stones, Thy bulwarks diamonds square; Thy gates are of right orient pearl, Exceeding rich and rare. Thy turrets and thy pinnacles With carbuncles do shine: Thy very streets are paved with gold Surpassing clear and fine. Ah, my sweet home, Hierusalem, Would Cod I were in thee ! Would Cod ray woes were at an...« less