Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WHITSUNDAY 1644, by JOSEPH BEAUMONT First Line: What though the fiends have chang'd their place Last Line: Unlesse by thy sole potencie. Subject(s): Prayer; Whitsun | ||||||||
WHAT though the Fiends have chang'd their Place, Though Shamelesse Hell dare show its face So big & black in our sad sphear And stare Upon the Sunne? though War Its bloody Mouth doth ope Threatning to swallow Hope Almost ye onely Relict that Is undevoured? Yet must we not Betray That little mighty stay Seing This is Comforts Holy-Day. When Truth went home, He left behind The Word, which now so true we find; The Comforter I'l send, sayd He; And we This Feast of Comfort see. To Day the Comforter Broke from his loftie Sphear And brought his sweet Omnipotence To conquer feares, & chase them hence. And though Dangers still swarme below, They'r but to trie our Courage now. The Comforter will not deny Matter for Faith & victorie: Nor could He be a Comforter If heere No Enemies did appeare. Tis our advantage now That Hee does Foes allow, Who allwayes ready is at hand To conquer what doe Us withstand. Doe Yee But dare to fight, says He, And if you faile complaine of Mee. How should We faile, Dear Lord, when thy Allmighty Hand does Strength supply? Had We but Faith in this Great Day Dismay Would vanish quite away. O win our Soules, & wear The Spoiles Thou come'st for heere: Help Us to fix our Trust in Thee, So shall our greatest Conflicts be An Art To exercise each part, But most of all to breathe our Heart. So shall this happy Exercise Be but a Trade of Victories; And whilst one hand does fight, ye other Shall gather Balmes for his conquering Brother: Which both of them shall bring To Thee their mighty King: And at thy Feet shall throw them downe, Being not theirs, but all thine owne. Poore Wee Can never Victors be Unlesse by thy Sole Potencie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHITSUN EVE (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WHITSUN EVE (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WHITSUN MONDAY by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WHITSUN TUESDAY by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A CONCLUSORIE HUMNE TO THE SAME WEEK; & FOR MY FRIEND by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A DIALOGUE (FOR A BASE AND TWO TREBLES) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A DIALOGUE (TO BE SUNG TO THE VIOL, BY A BASE, AND A TREBLE) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |
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