Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 114, by EDWARD TAYLOR


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First Line: A star, bright morning star, the shining sun
Last Line: Where our tunde breath shall ne're be choakt by th'night.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature


A Star, Bright Morning Star, the shining Sun
Of Righteousness, in Heaven Lord thou art.
Thou pilotst us by night, which being run
Away, thou bidst all darkness to depart.
The Morning Star peeps up an usher gay
'Fore th'Sun of Righteousness to grace the day.

All men benighted are by fall, and Sin:
Thou Graces pole star art to pilote's from it:
The night of Sorrow and Desertion spring,
Thou morning Starr dost rise, and not a Comet.
This night expired now, is dead and gone:
The Day Spring of sweet Comfort cometh on.

The Morning Star doth rise, Dews gracious fall:
And spirituall Herbs, and sweet Celestiall flowers
Sprinkled therewith most fragrantly do call
The Day Star up, with golden Curls, and Towers
Put back the Curtains of the azure skies
And gilde the aire while that the Sun doth rise.

The night of Persecution up arose.
Not Even, but the morning star there to
Soon riseth: vant ill looks: the last Cock Crows
The Morning Star up: out the Sun doth go.
Farewell darke night, Welcome bright gracious day.
As Joy Divine comes on, Griefe goes away.

This world's a night-shade, or a pitchy night,
All Canopi'de with storms and Cloudes all darke.
Sending out thunders, Lightnings and with might,
But thou our Pole star art, which we must marke.
While th'morning Star hands dawning light along:
Let Grace sing now, Birds singing time is come.

Whilst thou, my Pole-star shinst my Lord, on mee
Let my poore pinnace saile thereby aright,
Through this darke night untill its harbor bee
The Daystars bay, the spring of dayly light,
The Usher bidding of the night, good night
And Day, Good morrow lightend with delight.

If I by thee, my Pole star, steere aright
Through this dark night of foule hard weather here
My Vessell safely to the harbour bright
Of thee, my Morning Star, ere shining clear.
I then shall soon Eternal Day possess
Wherever shines the Sun of Righteousness.

Grant me, my Lord, by thee, my Star to steere.
Through this darke vale of tears untill I meet,
Thee here my morning Star outshining cleare,
Shewing my night is past, and day doth peep.
When thou my Sun of Righteousness makst day.
My Harp shall thy Eternall praise then play.

Thou Jacobs Star, in's Horizon didst rise.
And fix't in Heaven, Heavens Steeridge Star.
To steer poor sinners out from Enemies
Coasts unto Graces Realm, (Best State by far).
Thou sentst a star in th'East to lead Wise men
Thence to thyselfe, when born in Bethlehem.

The golden locks of this bright star, I pray,
Make leade us from sins quarters to the Coast
Of Graces tillage: darkness from, to th'Bay
Of Consolation and the Holy Ghost.
And from this Vale of tears to Glory bright
Where our tunde breath shall ne're be Choakt by th'night.





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