Winged Life

Winged Life

My tender Age in sorrow did begin And still with sicknesses and shame Thou didst so punish sin That I became Most thin.   With thee Let me combine, And feel this day thy victory: For if I imp (graft) my wing on thine, Affliction shall advance the flight  in me....
My Trumpetry

My Trumpetry

From all my lame defeats and oh much more From all the victories that I seemed to score; From cleverness shot forth on thy behalf At which, while angels weep, the audience laugh; From all my proofs of thy divinity, Thou, who wouldst give no sign, deliver me.  ...