The Consolation of Philosophy

"O Thou, that dost the world in lasting order guide,

Father of heaven and earth, Who makest time swiftly slide,

And, standing still Thyself, yet fram'st all moving laws,

Who to Thy work wert moved by no external cause:

But by a sweet desire, where envy hath no place,

Thy goodness moving Thee to give each thing his grace,

Thou dost all creatures' forms from highest patterns take,

From Thy fair mind the world fair like Thyself doth make.

Thus Thou perfect the whole perfect each part dost frame.

Thou temp'rest elements, making cold mixed with flame

And dry things join with moist, lest fire away should fly,

Or earth, opprest with weight, buried too low should lie.

Thou in consenting parts fitly disposed hast

Th'all-moving soul in midst of threefold nature placed,

Which, cut in several parts that run a different race,

Into itself returns, and circling doth embrace

The highest mind, and heaven with like proportion drives.

Thou with like cause dost make the souls and lesser lives,

Fix them in chariots swift, and widely scatterest

O'er heaven and earth; then at Thy fatherly behest

They stream, like fire returning, back to Thee, their God.

Dear Father, let my mind Thy hallowed seat ascend,

Let me behold the spring of grace and find Thy light,

That I on Thee may fix my soul's well clearéd sight.

Cast off the earthly weight wherewith I am opprest,

Shine as Thou art most bright, Thou only calm and rest

To pious men whose end is to behold Thy ray,

Who their beginning art, their guide, their bound, and way.¹

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