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| YEE that in lowly valleyes weeping sate, | |
| And taught your humble soules to mourne of late | |
| For sinnes, and suff’rings breeding griefes and feares, | |
| And make the riuers bigger with your teares; | |
| Now cease your sad complaints, till fitter time, | 5 |
| And with those three belou’d Apostles clime | |
| To lofty Thabor, where your happy eyes | |
| Shall see the Sunne of glory brightly rise: | |
| Draw neere, and euer blesse that sacred hill, | |
| That there no heate may parch, no frost may kill | 10 |
| The tender plants, nor any thunder blast | |
| That top, by which all mountaines are surpast | |
| By steepe and briery paths ye must ascend: | |
| But if ye know to what high scope ye tend, | |
| No let 1 nor danger can your steps restraine | 15 |
| The crags will easie seeme, the thickets plaine. | |
| Our Lord there stands, not with His painefull crosse | |
| Laid on His shoulders, mouing you to losse | |
| Of precious things or calling you to beare | |
| That burden, which so much base worldlings feare, | 20 |
| Here are no promist hopes obscur’d with clouds, | |
| No sorrow with dim vailes true pleasure shrowds, | |
| But perfect joy, which here discouer’d shines, | |
| To taste of heauenly light your thoughts inclines, | |
| And able is to weane deluded mindes | 25 |
| From fond 2 delight, which wretched mortals blinds: | |
| Yet let not sense so much your reason sway, | |
| As to desire for euer here to stay, | |
| Refusing that sweet change which God prouides, | |
| To those whom with His rod and staffe He guides: | 30 |
| Your happinesse consists not now alone | |
| In those high comforts which are often throwne | |
| In plenteous manner from our Sauiour’s hand, | |
| To raise the fall’n, and cause the weake to stand. | |
| But ye are blest, when being trodden downe, | 35 |
| Ye taste His cup, and weare His thorny Crowne. | |
