Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE AUTHORS CONFESSION, SELECTION, by ELIZABETH MAJOR


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THE AUTHORS CONFESSION, SELECTION, by                    
First Line: Old age -- the eternal son of god for sin did die
Last Line: O let not any intice thee time to waste.
Subject(s): Crucifixion; Jesus Christ; Love; Seasons; Sin; Jesus Christ - Crucifixion


Old age... The eternal son of God for sin did die:
Observe his passion, he run a weary race,
In steps of love, my soul, thy Saviour trace:
His Throne he quits, the humane nature he
Upon him takes, lays by his Majesty,
Descends on earth, where he's revil'd with scorn,
He's smote, he's scourged, he's stript, he's crown'd with thorn:
His agony was such, that a sweat of blood
Did him possess, 'cause in mans room he stood:
Witness is sought, though false, and can't agree,
For he's pronounced innocent to be:
Yet he must die, nay even a cursed death,
Justice for sin bereaves my Lord of breath;
Yet all this love did not unglue my heart
From earthen pleasures, until I felt the smart
Of a Fathers rod, my strength was seized, and I
In prime arrested, here I in prison lie,
Where Lord, thou knowest much sorrow I have seen,
Some prentiships I have close Prisoner been;
My Spring and Summer been so Winter like,
That I with comfort scarce bring day to night.
And to conclude, had he a poysoned dart
Sent, I confess I had but my desert;
(But here mistake me not, to think I am far,
That here corrections satisfactions are
I'th'least degree, or for the least offence,
For God's corrections bear another sense.)
Eccho. Now I beseech thee for cure and clothing haste,
O let not any intice thee time to waste.





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