_Deigne at my hands this crown of prayer and praise_,
Weav'd in my low devout melancholie,
Thou which of good, hast, yea art treasury,
All changing unchang'd Antient of dayes;
But doe not, with a vile crowne of fraile bayes, 5
Reward my muses white sincerity,
But what thy thorny crowne gain'd, that give mee,
A crowne of Glory, which doth flower alwayes;
The ends crowne our workes, but thou crown'st our ends,
For, at our end begins our endlesse rest; 10
The first last end, now
zealously
possest,
With a strong sober thirst, my soule attends.
John Donne
]
[4 their fruits] the fruit _W_]
[6 doe _1633:_ doth _1635-69_]
[8 six;] six, _1633_
maime. _W:_ maime; _1633-69_]
[11 drossie] drosse _1650-54_]
_To the Lady Magdalen Herbert: of St. Mary Magdalen._
Her of your name, whose fair inheritance
Bethina was, and jointure Magdalo:
An active faith so highly did advance,
That she once knew, more than the Church did know,
The Resurrection; so much good there is 5
Deliver'd of her, that some Fathers be
Loth to believe one Woman could do this;
But, think these Magdalens were two or three.
Increase their number, Lady, and their fame:
To their Devotion, add your Innocence; 10
Take so much of th'example, as of the name;
The latter half; and in some recompence
That they did harbour Christ himself, a Guest,
Harbour these Hymns, to his dear name addrest.
J.D.
[To the Lady Magdalen Herbert: _&c._ _Ed:_ To the Lady
Magdalen Herbert, of _&c._ _Walton's_ The Life of M^r George
Herbert. (1670, _pp._ 25-6.) _See note_]
[4 know, _1675:_ know _1670_]
HOLY SONNETS.
_La Corona._
1.
_Deigne at my hands this crown of prayer and praise_,
Weav'd in my low devout melancholie,
Thou which of good, hast, yea art treasury,
All changing unchang'd Antient of dayes;
But doe not, with a vile crowne of fraile bayes, 5
Reward my muses white sincerity,
But what thy thorny crowne gain'd, that give mee,
A crowne of Glory, which doth flower alwayes;
The ends crowne our workes, but thou crown'st our ends,
For, at our end begins our endlesse rest; 10
The first last end, now
zealously
possest,
With a strong sober thirst, my soule attends.
'Tis time that heart and voice be lifted high,
_Salvation to all that will is nigh_.
[HOLY SONNETS. _1633-69_, _being general title to the two
groups:_ Holy Sonnets written 20 years since. _H49_.]
[13 heart and voice] voice and heart _B_, _O'F_, _S_, _S96_,
_W_]
[14 _nigh_.] _nigh_, _1633_]
ANNVNCIATION.
2. _Salvation to all that will is nigh_;
That All, which alwayes is All every where,
Which cannot sinne, and yet all sinnes must beare,
Which cannot die, yet cannot chuse but die,
Loe, faithfull Virgin, yeelds himselfe to lye 5
In prison, in thy wombe; and though he there
Can take no sinne, nor thou give, yet he'will weare
Taken from thence, flesh, which deaths force may trie.
Ere by the spheares time was created, thou
Wast in his minde, who is thy Sonne, and Brother; 10
Whom thou conceiv'st, conceiv'd; yea thou art now
Thy Makers maker, and thy Fathers mother;
Thou'hast light in darke; and shutst in little roome,
_Immensity cloysterd in thy deare wombe_.
