7. _Salute the last and everlasting day_,
Joy at the uprising of this Sunne, and Sonne,
Yee whose just teares, or tribulation
Have purely washt, or burnt your drossie clay;
Behold the Highest, parting hence away, 5
Lightens the darke clouds, which hee treads upon,
Nor doth hee by ascending, show alone,
But first hee, and hee first enters the way.
O strong Ramme, which hast batter'd heaven for mee,
Mild Lambe, which with thy blood, hast mark'd the path; 10
Bright Torch, which shin'st, that I the way may see,
Oh, with thy owne blood quench thy owne just wrath,
And if thy holy Spirit, my Muse did raise,
_Deigne at my hands this crowne of prayer and praise_.
[Ascention.]
[3 just _1633_, _A18_, _D_, _H49_, _N_, _TC:_ true _1635-69_,
_B_, _S_, _S96_, _W_]
[8 way.] way, _1633_]
[10 Lambe, _D_, _W:_ lambe _1633-69_]
[11 Torch, _D_, _W:_ torch, _1633-69_
the way] thy wayes _B_, _S_, _S96_, _W:_ thee _A18_, _TCC_]
_Holy Sonnets._