Son-Days
.
1
Bright
shadows
of
true
Rest!
some
shoots
of
bliss,
Heaven
once
a
week;
The
next
world's
gladness
prepossest
in
this;
A
day
to
seek;
Eternity
in
time;
the
steps
by
which
We
Climb
above
all
ages;
Lamps
that
light
Man
through
his
heap
of
dark
days;
and
the
rich,
And
full
redemption
of
the
whole
week's
flight.
2
The
Pulleys
unto
headlong
man;
time's
bower;
The
narrow
way;
Transplanted
Paradise;
God's
walking
hour;
The
Cool
o'th'
day;
The
Creatures'
Jubilee;
God's
parle
with
dust;
Heaven
here;
Man
on
the
hills
of
Myrrh,
and
flowers;
Angels
descending;
the
Returns
of
Trust;
A
Gleam
of
glory,
after
six-days'-showers.
3
The
Church's
love-feasts;
Time's
Prerogative,
And
Interest
Deducted
from
the
whole;
The
Combs,
and
hive,
And
home
of
rest.
The
milky
way
chalked
out
with
suns;
a
clue
That
guides
through
erring
hours;
and
in
full
story
A
taste
of
Heav'n
on
earth;
the
pledge,
and
cue
Of
a
full
feast:
And
the
Out
Courts
of
glory.
Henry Vaughan
Henry Vaughan, (born April 17, 1622, Llansantffraed, Breconshire, Wales—died April 23, 1695, Llansantffraed), Anglo-Welsh poet and mystic remarkable for the range and intensity of his spiritual intuitions. Educated at Oxford and studying law in London, Vaughan was recalled home in 1642 when the first Civil War broke out, and he remained there the rest of his life.