The dubious raven doth her young forsake;
Whilst
callow she no care of them will take
Till
she perceives their plumes of sable hue,
They
being nourished with celestial dew.
If
God the voice of volatiles doth hear, (flying creatures)
Why
should His children then so faint and fear?
‘Twas
He that these hard-hearted birds did make
Of
His Elijah constant care to take;
When
he involved was in want and sorrow
They
brought him bread and flesh both eve and morrow.
This,
God’s affections altereth every hour
To
show us His infinite love and power.
Then
as thy friends and near relations die
To
Him alone (to Him) for comfort fly.
For
though thy father and thy mother be
In
no capacity to comfort thee,
And
though successive sorrows and new fears
Make
thee His altar cover o’er with tears, (
May,
though thy only love doth thee forsake,
Yet
He will then thee to His mercy take.
Despair
not then, my soul, but patient be;
For
He that hears young ravens will hear thee.
This is Emblem 11; the natural history of the emblems, up to date at the time Pulter wrote, can be a bit dubious!
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteBlessings, David!