AN HYMN UPON ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S DAY
I
What powerful Spirit lives within!
What active Angel doth inhabit here!
What heavenly light inspires my skin,
Which doth so like a Deity appear!
A Living Temple of all ages, I
Within me see
A Temple of Eternity!
All Kingdoms I descry
In me.
II
An inward Omnipresence here
Mysteriously like His within me stands
Whose knowledge is a Sacred Sphere
That in itself at once includes all lands.
There is some Angel that within me can
Both talk and move,
And walk and fly and see and love,
A man on earth, a man
Above.
III
Dull walls of clay my Spirit leaves,
And in a foreign Kingdom doth appear,
This great Apostle it receives
Admires His works and sees them, standing here.
Within myself from East to West I move
As if I were
At once a Cherubim and Sphere,
Or was at once above
And here.
IV
The Soul's a messenger whereby
Within our inward Temple we may be
Even like the very Deity
In all the parts of His Eternity.
O live within and leave unwieldy dross!
Flesh is but clay!
O fly my Soul and haste away
To Jesus' Throne or Cross—
Obey!