Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 122, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE JOY OF CHURCH FELLOWSHIP RIGHTLY ATTENDED by EDWARD TAYLOR GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE PREFACE by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 1 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 32 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 38 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 8 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 3 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 56 by EDWARD TAYLOR GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: CHRIST'S REPLY by EDWARD TAYLOR GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE JOY OF CHURCH FELLOWSHIP RIGHTLY ATTENDED by EDWARD TAYLOR |
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