ANN COLLINSc. 1650
c. 1650
The Winter being over,In order comes the Spring,Which doth green herbs discover,And cause the birds to sing.The night also expirèd,Then comes the morning bright,Which is so much desirèdBy all that love the light.This may learnThem that mourn,To put their grief to flight:The Spring succeedeth Winter,And day must follow night.He therefore that sustainethAffliction or distress,Which every member paineth,And findeth no release:Let such therefore despair not,But on firm hope depend,Whose griefs immortal are not,And therefore must have end.They that faintWith complaintTherefore are to blame:They add to their afflictions,And amplify the same.
The Winter being over,In order comes the Spring,Which doth green herbs discover,And cause the birds to sing.The night also expirèd,Then comes the morning bright,Which is so much desirèdBy all that love the light.This may learnThem that mourn,To put their grief to flight:The Spring succeedeth Winter,And day must follow night.He therefore that sustainethAffliction or distress,Which every member paineth,And findeth no release:Let such therefore despair not,But on firm hope depend,Whose griefs immortal are not,And therefore must have end.They that faintWith complaintTherefore are to blame:They add to their afflictions,And amplify the same.
The Winter being over,In order comes the Spring,Which doth green herbs discover,And cause the birds to sing.The night also expirèd,Then comes the morning bright,Which is so much desirèdBy all that love the light.This may learnThem that mourn,To put their grief to flight:The Spring succeedeth Winter,And day must follow night.He therefore that sustainethAffliction or distress,Which every member paineth,And findeth no release:Let such therefore despair not,But on firm hope depend,Whose griefs immortal are not,And therefore must have end.They that faintWith complaintTherefore are to blame:They add to their afflictions,And amplify the same.
The Winter being over,
In order comes the Spring,
Which doth green herbs discover,
And cause the birds to sing.
The night also expirèd,
Then comes the morning bright,
Which is so much desirèd
By all that love the light.
This may learn
Them that mourn,
To put their grief to flight:
The Spring succeedeth Winter,
And day must follow night.
He therefore that sustaineth
Affliction or distress,
Which every member paineth,
And findeth no release:
Let such therefore despair not,
But on firm hope depend,
Whose griefs immortal are not,
And therefore must have end.
They that faint
With complaint
Therefore are to blame:
They add to their afflictions,
And amplify the same.
Such is the force of each created thingThat it no solid happiness can bring,Which to our minds can give contentment sound;For, like as Noah’s dove no succour found,Till she return’d to him that sent her out,Just so, the soul in vain may seek aboutFor rest or satisfaction any where,Save in his presence who hath sent her here;Yea though all earthly glories should uniteTheir pomp and splendour to give such delight,Yet could they no more sound contentment bringThan star-light can make grass or flowers spring.
Such is the force of each created thingThat it no solid happiness can bring,Which to our minds can give contentment sound;For, like as Noah’s dove no succour found,Till she return’d to him that sent her out,Just so, the soul in vain may seek aboutFor rest or satisfaction any where,Save in his presence who hath sent her here;Yea though all earthly glories should uniteTheir pomp and splendour to give such delight,Yet could they no more sound contentment bringThan star-light can make grass or flowers spring.
Such is the force of each created thingThat it no solid happiness can bring,Which to our minds can give contentment sound;For, like as Noah’s dove no succour found,Till she return’d to him that sent her out,Just so, the soul in vain may seek aboutFor rest or satisfaction any where,Save in his presence who hath sent her here;Yea though all earthly glories should uniteTheir pomp and splendour to give such delight,Yet could they no more sound contentment bringThan star-light can make grass or flowers spring.
Such is the force of each created thing
That it no solid happiness can bring,
Which to our minds can give contentment sound;
For, like as Noah’s dove no succour found,
Till she return’d to him that sent her out,
Just so, the soul in vain may seek about
For rest or satisfaction any where,
Save in his presence who hath sent her here;
Yea though all earthly glories should unite
Their pomp and splendour to give such delight,
Yet could they no more sound contentment bring
Than star-light can make grass or flowers spring.