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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 35, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My blessed lord, that golden linck that joyns Last Line: Thy work attended with my hand, and minde. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | |||
My Blessed Lord, that Golden Linck that joyns My Soule, and thee, out blossoms on't this Spruice Peart Pronown MY more spiritous than wines, Rooted in Rich Relation, Graces Sluce. This little Voice feasts mee with fatter Sweets Than all the Stars that pave the Heavens Streets. It hands me All, my heart, and hand to thee And up doth lodge them in thy persons Lodge And as a Golden bridg ore it to mee Thee, and thine All to me, and never dodge. In this small Ship a mutuall Intrest sayles From Heaven and Earth, by th'holy Spirits gales. Thy Ware to me's so rich, should my Returns Be packt in sparkling Metaphors, out stilld From Zion's garden flowers, by fire that burns Aright, of Saphire Battlements up filld And sent in Jasper Vialls it would bee A pack of guilded Non-Sense unto thee. Such * * * * * Golden Palace Walled round With Walls made of transparent Silver bright With Towers of Diamonds and in't is found A Throne of Sparkling Carbuncle like light Wherein sits Crownd one with the Sunn. The same Would be but Smoak compar'd to thy bright flame. Thy Humane frame's a Curious Palace, raisd Of th'Creame of Natures top Perfection here Where Grace sits Sovereign that ere ore blazd The splendent beams of precious Stones most clear. Whose Mace, and Scepter richer Matter shine, Than Berill, Amathyst or Smaregdine. Here is a Living Spring of power which tapt All-doing influences hence do flow. What we have done undone us hath, (sad hapt) That we without thee now can nothing do. We cannot do what do we should, (in Summ) Nor undo what undoes us, by us done. We have our Souls undone, Can't undo this. We have Undone the Law, this can't undo: We have undone the World, when did amiss, We can't undoe the Curse that brings in Woe. Our Undo-Doing can't undo, its true. Wee can't our Souls, and things undone, renew. Without thee wee can nothing do, its sure. Thou saidst the same. We finde thy Saying true. Thou canst do all things: all amiss canst cure, Undo our Undo-doing, make all new. Thou madst this World: dost it thy play-house keep Wherein the Stars themselves play Hide-and-Seek. It is thy Green, where all thy Creatures play At Barly-Breake and often lose their fleece. But we poore wee our Soules a wager lay At Nine-Mens Morrice, and at Fox and Geese. Let me not play myselfe away, nor Grace. Nor lose my Soule, My Lord, at prison base. Reclaim thy Claim: finde me refinde; I'm thine. Without thee I can nothing do, Dispense, Thyselfe to me, and all things thine are mine, I'le not account of what thou countst offence. Give me thy Power to work, and thou shalt finde Thy Work attended with my hand, and minde. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE JOY OF CHURCH FELLOWSHIP RIGHTLY ATTENDED by EDWARD TAYLOR GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE PREFACE by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 1 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 32 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 38 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 8 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 3 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 56 by EDWARD TAYLOR GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: CHRIST'S REPLY by EDWARD TAYLOR GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE JOY OF CHURCH FELLOWSHIP RIGHTLY ATTENDED by EDWARD TAYLOR |
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