Volume 1 — VPON EASTER DAY.[40]

Rise heire of fresh Eternity1 From thy virgin tombe! Rise mighty Man of wonders, and Thy World with Thee! Thy tombe the uniuersall East, Nature's new wombe,5 Thy tombe, fair Immortalitie's perfumèd nest. Of all the glories make Noone gay, This is the Morne; This Rock buds forth the fountaine of the streames of Day; In Joye's white annalls live this howre10 When Life was borne; No cloud scoule on His radiant lids, no tempest lower. Life, by this Light's nativity All creatures have; Death onely by this Daye's just doome is forc't to dye,15 Nor is Death forc't; for may he ly Thron'd in Thy grave, Death will on this condition be content to dye.