From the Immortal Robert Southwell S.J.--Martyr
A wonderful poem.
Look home Robert SouthwellRetirėd thoughts enjoy their own delights,
As beauty doth in self-beholding eye ;
Man's mind a mirror is of heavenly sights,
A brief wherein all marvels summėd lie,
Of fairest forms and sweetest shapes the store,
Most graceful all, yet thought may grace them more.The mind a creature is, yet can create,
To nature's patterns adding higher skill ;
Of finest works with better could the state
If force of wit had equal power of will.
Device of man in working hath no end,
What thought can think, another thought can mend.Man's soul of endless beauty image is,
Drawn by the work of endless skill and might ;
This skillful might gave many sparks of bliss
And, to discern this bliss, a native light ;
To frame God's image as his worths required
His might, his skill, his word and will conspired.All that he had his image should present,
All that it should present it could afford,
To that he could afford his will was bent,
His will was followed with performing word.
Let this suffice, by this conceive the rest,
He should, he could, he would, he did, the best.
The syntax is rather convoluted, but the line "Man's soul of endless beauty image is," is spectacular--a reminder of our divine "heritage" and in whose image and likeness we are made, even if some days we feel it somewhat less than others.
