HYMN, DROP, drop slow tears, And bathe those beauteous feet, Which brought from heaven The news and prince of peace. Cease not, wet eyes, His mercies to entreat, To cry for vengeance Sin doth never cease. In your deep floods Drown all my faults and fears; Nor let his eye See sin, but through my tears. GILES FLETCHER. the younger. BORN about 1588; DIED 1623. THE only production we have of this author is "Christ's Victory and Triumph." Anxious to impart to others a portion of the delight with which he has himself read this exquisite poem, the Editor has placed it before his readers in its entire state, with the exception of a very few unimportant stanzas. He feels confident, that this attempt to rescue from comparative obscurity a work of extraordinary merit and interest, will be well received, not only by the pious reader, who will here find the birth, temptation, crucifixion, resurrection, and ascension of the Redeemer related in a style of extraordinary warmth and affection; but by every genuine lover of "sublimity of sentiment, opulence of description, and harmony of numbers." |