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First Line: My deare! Deare lord! While mine affections act
Last Line: I'le sing the golden glory of thy hand.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature


My Deare! Deare Lord! While mine Affections act,
Upon thyselfe, no better words I have
To set them out than this Word Deare, that lack
Doth length and breadth to show them. Hence I crave
Thy Pardon Cause such feeble terms I use
Whose Selvedge, Hem, and Web weare Sorry Shews.

I also crave thy pardon still because
My Muses Hermetage is grown so old
Her Spirits shiver doe, her Phancy's Laws
Are much transgresst. She sits so Crampt with cold.
Old age indeed hath finde her, that she's grown
Num'd, and her Musicks Daughters sing Ahone.

But is the Shine thus of thy Precious hands
Whose fingers each are girdled rich all round
With Rims of Gold, all Decorated stand,
Puncht with green Berill which therein abound,
Do by their vivid glances make alive
My frozen Phancy, that it doth revive.

Thy Hands wherein's thy mighty power displaide,
Hold out afore us, thy brave Operation
Of Mediatory Acts, most golden trade
Of Spirituall Luster, in thy Holy Station
May my Chil'd Spirits into raptures put
Of right delight of an Extatick Cut.

But yet methinks the glory of thy hands
As handling thy mediatoriall Acts
Metaphorized here too faintly stands
Englishd (gold rings) for th'Hebrew terms exact.
For in our text the Hebrew predicates
Thy hands as Golden Orbes of Berill mates.

But now, my Lord, are thy brave hands, so bright
The golden Orbs Celestiall filld up cleare
With this brave Oyle-green Berill all delight
With all rich Grace of graces Charter Deare?
Are all th'Celestial Orbs of Graces right
The Spirits predicate of thy hands tite?

In that thy hands this golden Orb is made
This Orbe is emblem of the Sphere of Grace:
And doth Contain thy mediatory Trade,
Redemption of thy blesst Elected race.
And Application too, to them, do stand
With grace laid on, thee on the same to hand.

What are thy hands the golden Orbs of Grace?
Then they must be the Spirits nest also
Wherein the Spirit doth an holy race
Hatch, and doth rain Sweet Shoures for grace apace
And hands that hand thy Spouse up, tenderly
To thy Bride Chamber of Eternall joy.

Lord! let these golden Orbs thy hands that have
All Graces Operations in them cleare
Bestow thy Holy Berill green and brave
Upon my Soule, and rain Sweet Dews down there.
Upon my Heart and make the Application
Of thy rich Grace, and mee its Habitation.

And let this golden Sphere of Grace shoure down
Celestiall Showers of Grace on mee I pray,
And let thy golden hands me lead and Crown
With glory's Diadem in Graces way.
Then as I Crownd in Glories Orb do stand
I'le sing the golden glory of thy Hand.





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