Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: DOUBTS FROM THE WANT OF GRACE ANSWERED, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Such as are gracious grow in grace therefore Last Line: Not drown you in't, nor cast a drop away. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
SOUL Such as are Gracious grow in Grace therefore Such as have Grace, are Gracious evermore. Who sin Commit are sinfull: and thereby They grow Ungodly. So I feare do I. SAINT Such as are Gracious, Graces have therefore They evermore desire to have more. But such as never knew this dainty fare Do never wish them 'cause they dainties are. SOUL Alas! alas! this still doth me benight. I've no desire, or no Desire aright. And this is Clear: my Hopes do witherd ly, Before their buds breake out, their blossoms dy. SAINT When fruits do thrive, the blossom falls off quite. No need of blossoms when the seed is ripe. The Apple plainly prooves the blossoms were. Thy withred Hopes hold out Desires as Cleare. SOUL Alas! my Hopes seem but like blasted fruit. Dead on the Stoole before it leaves its root. For if it lively were a growth it hath, And would be grown e're this to Saving Faith. SAINT * * * * * * * * * * * * * I'le make most plain * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Which lively is, layes hold on Christ too, though Thou deemst it doth like blasted blossoms show. SOUL If it was so, then Certainly I should, With Faith Repentance have. But, oh! behold, This Grace leaves not in mee a single print. Mine Eyes are Adamant, my Heart is Flint. SAINT Repentance is not argued so from Tears. As from the Change that in the Soul appears. And Faith Ruld by the Word. Hence ever spare To mete Repentance out by Satans square. SOUL I fear Repentance is not Genuine. Its Feare that makes me from my sins decline. And if it was, I should delight much more, To bathe in all Gods Ordinances pure. SAINT And dost thou not? Poore Soule, thou dost I know. Why else dost thou Relent, and sorrow so? But Satan doth molest thee much to fling Thee from thy Dutie into e'ry Sin. SOUL If these were my Delight, I should Embrace The royall Retinue of Saving Grace, Peace, Patience Pray're, Meekness, Humility, Love, Temp'rance, Feare, Syncerety, and Joy. SAINT You do: though not alike at all times sure, And you do much desire to have more. I wonder that you judge them worth the having, Or Crave them, if they are not got by Craving. SOUL My measure is so small, I doubt, alas! Its next to none, and will for nothing pass. But if I had but this or that Degree, Of all these Graces, then thrice Happy mee! SAINT You have not what you Would, and therefore will Not own you have at all. What Sullen still? If God should fill you, and not work your bane, You would not be Content, but would Complain. SOUL What must my vessell voide of Grace be thrust By you in Glory thus among the Just As Gracious though the Dose of Grace I finde Is scarce a Grain? Can this Content your minde? SAINT God, and His All, 's the Object of the Will: All God alone can onely it up fill. He'd kill the Willer, if his Will he should Fill to the brim, while Cabbined in mould. What Mortall can contain immortall bliss; If it be poured on him as it is? A single Beam thus touching him Would make The stoutest mortall man to ashes shake. Will nothing give Content unless you have While here a mortall, all your Will can Crave? If so, the Promise which is made to those That hunger after Righteousness you'l lose. For being full, you could not hunger still Nor Wish for more you having once your Will. You cant contain Halfe, what in truth you would Or do not Wish for Halfe of what you should. Can't all the sea o'refill an Acorn bole? Can't God orefill a little Whimpring Soul? What Can a Nutshell all the World Enfold? Or can thy Heart all Heavens Glory Hold? And never break? What! Canst thou here below Weld Heavens bliss while mortall thus? Oh! No. God Loves you better than to grant your Cry, When you do Cry for that which will destroy. Give but a Child a Knife to still his Din: He'l cut his Fingers with it ere he blin. SOUL Had I but any Sparke of Grace, I might Have much more than I have with much delight. How can I trust to you? You do not know Whether I have a Grain of Grace, or no. SAINT You think you might have more: you shall have so, But if you'd all at once, you could not grow. And if you could not grow, you'd grieving fall. All would not then Content you, had you all. Should Graces Floodgate thus at once breake down You most would lose, or else it would you drown. 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