NORTHERN MEMOIRS. 359 



ARNOLDUS. 



Consider but the chaos in creation, 



When the Divinest made a separation : 



How that the earth stood still, whilst he raisM higher 



The sun's bright torch, or all had been on fire. 



THEOPHILUS. 



Amazing wonder ! see, Aurora now 

 Strips off the sables from night's shady brow ; 

 That Sol no sooner peeps to gild the skies, 

 But all the mists before his presence flies. 



ARXOLDUS. 



'Tis true they do ; and he that sees their flight, 

 Sees darkness gradually transformed to light. 

 Yet let him not mistake himself, for day 

 Is but Time's copy-book : cast that away, 

 And what presents ? Death, more obscure than night, 

 Through whose dark pilgrimage we creep to light. 



LAUS DEO. 



