Indeed, all his rhythm is like the melodies of water, and I could quote at least three passages in which he speaks of rhythmic movements and watery progressions together.

His thoughts, and hence his words, flow like a full, peaceful stream, diffuse, with plenteousness unrestrained.
AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY LOVE.
Before this world's great frame, in which all things Are now contained, found any being place, Ere flitting Time could wag his eyas[55] wings About that mighty bound which doth embrace The rolling spheres, and parts their hours by space, That high eternal power, which now doth move In all these things, moved in itself by love.
It loved itself, because itself was fair, For fair is loved; and of itself begot Like to itself his eldest son and heir, Eternal, pure, and void of sinful blot, The firstling of his joy, in whom no jot Of love's dislike or pride was to be found, Whom he therefore with equal honour crowned.
* * * * * Out of the bosom of eternal bliss, In which he reigned with his glorious Sire, He down descended, like a most demisse _humble._ And abject thrall, in flesh's frail attire, That he for him might pay sin's deadly hire, And him restore unto that happy state In which he stood before his hapless fate.
* * * * * O blessed well of love! O flower of grace! O glorious Morning-Star! O Lamp of Light! Most lively image of thy Father's face! Eternal King of Glory, Lord of might! Meek Lamb of God, before all worlds behight! _promised._ How can we thee requite for all this good?
Or what can prize that thy most precious blood?
_equal in value._ Yet nought thou ask'st in lieu of all this love But love of us for guerdon of thy pain: Ay me! what can us less than that behove ?[56] Had he required life of[57] us again, Had it been wrong to ask his own with gain?
He gave us life, he it restored lost; Then life were least, that us so little cost.
But he our life hath left unto us free-- Free that was thrall, and blessed that was banned; _enslaved; cursed._ Nor aught demands but that we loving be, As he himself hath loved us aforehand, And bound thereto with an eternal band-- Him first to love that us[58] so dearly bought, And next our brethren, to his image wrought.
Him first to love great right and reason is, Who first to us our life and being gave, And after, when we fared had amiss, Us wretches from the second death did save; And last, the food of life, which now we have, Even he himself, in his dear sacrament, To feed our hungry souls, unto us lent.
Then next, to love our brethren that were made Of that self mould, and that self Maker's hand, That[59] we, and to the same again shall fade, Where they shall have like heritage of land, _the same grave-room._ However here on higher steps we stand; Which also were with selfsame price redeemed, That we, however, of us light esteemed.

_as._ And were they not, yet since that loving Lord Commanded us to love them for his sake, Even for his sake, and for his sacred word, Which in his last bequest he to us spake, We should them love, and with their needs partake; _share their Knowing that, whatsoe'er to them we give, [needs._ We give to him by whom we all do live.
Such mercy he by his most holy rede _instruction._ Unto us taught, and to approve it true, Ensampled it by his most righteous deed, Shewing us mercy, miserable crew! That we the like should to the wretches[60] shew, And love our brethren; thereby to approve How much himself that loved us we love.
Then rouse thyself, O earth! out of thy soil, In which thou wallowest like to filthy swine, And dost thy mind in dirty pleasures moyle, _defile._ Unmindful of that dearest Lord of thine; Lift up to him thy heavy clouded eyne, That thou this sovereign bounty mayst behold, And read through love his mercies manifold.
Begin from first, where he encradled was In simple cratch, wrapt in a wad of hay, _a rack or crib._ Between the toilful ox and humble ass; And in what rags, and in what base array The glory of our heavenly riches lay, When him the silly[61] shepherds came to see, Whom greatest princes sought on lowest knee.
From thence read on the story of his life, His humble carriage, his unfaulty ways, His cankered foes, his fights, his toil, his strife, His pains, his poverty, his sharp assays, _temptations_ or _trials._ Through which he passed his miserable days, Offending none, and doing good to all, Yet being maliced both by great and small.
And look at last, how of most wretched wights He taken was, betrayed, and false accused; How with most scornful taunts and fell despites He was reviled, disgraced, and foul abused; How scourged, how crowned, how buffeted, how bruised; And, lastly, how 'twixt robbers crucified, With bitter wounds through hands, through feet, and side! * * * * * With sense whereof whilst so thy softened spirit Is inly touched, and humbled with meek zeal Through meditation of his endless merit, Lift up thy mind to th' author of thy weal, And to his sovereign mercy do appeal; Learn him to love that loved thee so dear, And in thy breast his blessed image bear.
With all thy heart, with all thy soul and mind, Thou must him love, and his behests embrace; _commands._ All other loves with which the world doth blind Weak fancies, and stir up affections base, Thou must renounce and utterly displace, And give thyself unto him full and free, That full and freely gave himself to thee.
* * * * * Thenceforth all world's desire will in thee die, And all earth's glory, on which men do gaze, Seem dust and dross in thy pure-sighted eye, Compared to that celestial beauty's blaze, Whose glorious beams all fleshly sense do daze With admiration of their passing light, Blinding the eyes and lumining the sprite.
Then shalt thy ravished soul inspired be With heavenly thoughts far above human skill, _reason._ And thy bright radiant eyes shall plainly see The Idea of his pure glory present still Before thy face, that all thy spirits shall fill With sweet enragement of celestial love, Kindled through sight of those fair things above.
There is a companion to the poem of which these verses are a portion, called _An Hymne of Heavenly Beautie_, filled like this, and like two others on Beauty and Love, with Platonic forms both of thought and expression; but I have preferred quoting a longer part of the former to giving portions of both.

My reader will recognize in the extract a fuller force of intellect brought to bear on duty; although it would be unwise to take a mind like Spenser's for a type of more than the highest class of the age.

Doubtless the division in the country with regard to many of the Church's doctrines had its part in bringing out and strengthening this tendency to reasoning which is so essential to progress.