BAXTER'S POEMS. 61 ·where thou may 'st dwell -for ever, in the light _.. Of that long glorious day that fears no night? Flesh. But who can willingly submit to death, Which wiil bereave us of our life and breath ; rrhat lays our flesh to rot in loathsome graves, W.here brains and eyes were, leaves but ugly caves ? . Spirit. So nature breaks and casts away the shell, Where the now beauteous singing bird did dwell : The secundine that mice the infant clothed; After the birth, is cast away and loathed ; Thus roses drop their sweet leaves under foot; But the spring shews that life was in the root. Souls are the roots of bodies: Christ the head ls root of both, and will revive the dead. Our sun still shineth when with us it's night : When he returns, we shall shine in his light. Souls that behold and praise God with the just, Mourn not because their bodies are but dust. Graves are but beds where flesh till m~rning sleeps : . Or chests where God awhile our garments keeps : Our folly thinks he spoils them in the keeping; 'Which causeth our excessive fears and weeping : But God that doth our rising day foresee, Pities not rotting flesh so much as we. The birth of nature was deform'd by sin: The birth of grace did our repair begin · 'fhe birth of glory at the resurrection Finisheth all, and brings both to perfection. W'hy should not frult when it is mellow fall~ Why would we linger here when God doth call? · Fleslt. The things and persons in this world I see, But after death I know not what will be.
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