Thou water turnst to wine, fair friend of life; Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of Thy reign, Distils from thence the tears of wrath and strife, And so turns wine to water back again. CrashawSteps to the Temple. To Our Lord upon the Water Made Wine.
When Christ at Canas feast by powr divine, Inspird cold water, with the warmth of wine, See! cryd they while, in redning tide, it gushd, The bashful stream hath seen its God and blushd. Aaron HillTranslation of Crashaws Latin lines. Works. Vol. III; O. 241. (Ed. 1754). See also VidaChristiad. Bk. III. 9984, and Bk. II. 431. Also Hymn of AndrewVel Hydriis plenis Æqua.
Man is the miracle in nature. God Is the One Miracle to man. Behold, There is a God, thou sayest. Thou sayest well: In that thou sayest all. To Be is more Of wonderful, than being, to have wrought, Or reigned, or rested. Jean IngelowStory of Doom. Bk. VII. L. 271.
Accept a miracle; instead of wit, See two dull lines by Stanhopes pencil writ. Pope to Lord Chesterfield on using his pencil, according to John TaylorRecords of My Life. I. 161, and GoldsmithIn Newberys Art of Poetry on a New Plan. Vol. I. 57. (1762).
The water owns a power Divine, And conscious blushes into wine; Its very nature changed displays The power Divine that it obeys. Sedulius (Scotus Hybernicus). Hymn written in Fifth century. A solis ortus cardine. Found in Lyra Hibernica Sacra. English trans. by Canon MacIlwaine, editor of the Lyra.