PATRICK CAREY. THE name of CAREY is but recently added to our list of poets. The small volume which establishes his claim to that distinction was published in 1819, by Sir Walter Scott, from the only MS. copy known to exist. appears to have been a loyalist and high-churchman. The date is 1651. Carey PATRICK CAREY. CHRIST IN THE CRADLE, IN THE GARDEN, AND IN HIS PASSION. I. Look, how he shakes for cold! (Of late more pure and white That pains them so,) Have lost their candour quite. His lips are blue, (Where roses grew,) He's frozen everywhere: Gives in a groan, or Mary in a tear. II. Look, how he glows for heat! And empty leaves each vein. Burns in each part; A fire his breast doth sear: For all this flame, To cool the same, He only breathes a sigh, and weeps a tear. III. What bruises do I see! What hideous stripes are those! Could any cruel be Enough, to give such blows? Look, how they bind his arms, They make him wear A crown of piercing thorns. Through hands and feet Sharp nails they beat; And now the cross they rear : Many look on; But only John Stands by to sigh; Mary to shed a tear. IV. Why did he quake for cold? He could call back that sweat. Those bruises, stripes, bonds, taunts, Those nails, that cross, His own life's loss Why, O why suffered he? 'Twas for thy sake: Thou, thou didst make Him all those torments bear: If then his love Do thy soul move, Sigh out a groan, weep down a melting tear. NULLA FIDES. FOR God's sake, mark that fly : See what a poor, weak, little thing it is. When thou hast mark'd and scorn'd it; know that this, This little, poor, weak fly Has kill'd a pope; can make an emperor die. Behold yon spark of fire: How little hot, how near to nothing 'tis ! When thou hast done despising, know that this, This contemn'd spark of fire Has burnt whole towns; can burn a world entire. |