Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SEARCH, by HENRY VAUGHAN


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First Line: Tis now clear day: I see a rose
Last Line: Travels in clouds, seeks manna, where none is.
Alternate Author Name(s): Silurist
Subject(s): Bible; Religion; Theology


'Tis now clear day: I see a Rose
Bud in the bright East, and disclose
The Pilgrim-Sun; all night have I
Spent in a roving ecstasy
To find my Saviour; I have been
As far as Bethlem, and have seen
His inn and cradle; being there
I met the Wise-men, asked them where
He might be found, or what star can
Now point him out, grown up a man?
To Egypt hence I fled, ran o'er
All her parched bosom to Nile's shore
Her yearly nurse; came back, enquired
Amongst the Doctors, and desired
To see the Temple, but was shown
A little dust, and for the town
A heap of ashes, where some said
A small bright sparkle was a bed,
Which would one day (beneath the pole)
Awake, and then refine the whole.
Tired here, I come to Sychar; thence
To Jacob's well, bequeathed since
Unto his sons (where often they
In those calm, golden evenings lay
Wat'ring their flocks, and having spent
Those white days, drove home to the tent
Their well-fleeced train; and here (O fate!)
I sit, where once my Saviour sate;
The angry spring in bubbles swelled
Which broke in sighs still, as they filled,
And whispered, jesus had been there
But Jacob's children would not hear.
Loath hence to part, at last I rise
But with the fountain in my eyes,
And here a fresh search is decreed:
He must be found, where he did bleed;
I walk the garden, and there see
Ideas of his Agony,
And moving anguishments that set
His blest face in a bloody sweat;
I climbed the Hill, perused the Cross
Hung with my gain, and his great loss,
Never did tree bear fruit like this,
Balsam of souls, the body's bliss;
But, O his grave! where I saw lent
(For he had none) a monument,
An undefiled and new-hewed one,
But there was not the corner-stone;
Sure (then said I) my quest is vain,
He'll not be found, where he was slain,
So mild a Lamb can never be
'Midst so much blood and cruelty;
I'll to the wilderness, and can
Find beasts more merciful than man,
He lived there safe, 'twas his retreat
From the fierce Jew, and Herod's heat,
And forty days withstood the fell
And high temptations of hell;
With Seraphins there talked he,
His father's flaming ministry,
He heav'ned their walks, and with his eyes
Made those wild shades a Paradise,
Thus was the desert sanctified
To be the refuge of his bride;
I'll thither then; see, it is day,
The Sun's broke through to guide my way.
But as I urged thus, and writ down
What pleasures should my journey crown,
What silent paths, what shades, and cells,
Fair, virgin-flowers, and hallow'd wells
I should rove in, and rest my head
Where my dear Lord did often tread,
Sug'ring all dangers with success,
Me thought I heard one singing thus;

I

Leave, leave, thy gadding thoughts;
Who pores
and spies
Still out of doors
descries
Within them nought.

2

The skin and shell of things
Though fair,
are not
Thy wish, nor pray'r
but got
By mere despair
of wings.

3

To rack old elements,
or dust
and say
Sure here he must
needs stay
Is not the way,
nor just.

Search well another world; who studies this,
Travels in clouds, seeks Manna, where none is.





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