Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 131, by EDWARD TAYLOR


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First Line: Dull, dull, my lord, my fancy dull I finde
Last Line: I'le thee on my shoshannim spic'de songs sing.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature


Dull, Dull, my Lord, my fancy dull I finde.
Hast thou allowd no Grindlestone at all,
Unto thy Zion Fancies dull to grinde
And make sharp edged when that thou dost call
Thy Servants up to carry on thy worke
That from the Same they may not ever shurk?

Will not the Vine of Lebanon yield Wine,
To quicken up my Spirits? Or have I
Not tasted of thy Wine, for to refine
My Fancy at thy feast and't vivify?
How should my heart vent bitter groans, to finde
Such spirituall deadness deadening my minde?

Dost thou come down into thy garden brave
To feed and gather Lillies, fragrant, bright?
Shall I no Bed of Spice, or Spices have
Rise up to entertain thee with Delight?
Nor shall thy Spicy Garden green, and Vine
Hence entertain thee with her Lilly-Shine?

If thou feedst on my Spice, my Spice must flow;
Then thou wilt feed my Soull on Spice Divine:
Com'st thou to get thy Lillies? Get me so.
Then I shall be well fed, and made all fine.
Thine Ordinances then brieze Spicy gailes
Filling of thy, and my Delights the Sails.

The Clouds of Grace in thy New Covenant Skie
By thy Descent tapt 'still down on this plot,
Their sweet Spice Showers of Precious grace, whereby
Sweet Showers of Grace upon thy Garden drop:
And graces golden Pestill too doth pound
Her Herbs, and Spices, that sweet Smells abound.

Here thus is Entertainment sweet on this.
Thou feedst thyselfe and also feedest us,
Upon the spiced dainties in this Dish.
Oh pleasant food! Both feed together thus;
Well spicde Delights do entertain thee here.
And thou thine entertain'st with thy good Cheare.

And yet moreover thou in thy Spice beds dost
Thy Elect Lillies gather and up pick
Out of the throng of Stinking Weeds: and stowst
Their natures with thy holy graces thick.
That they of Lillies are made lillies fresh
Which thou dost gather glories Hall to dress.

If thou, my Lord, thy Spice bed make my Heart
My Heart shall welcome thee with spic'de joy.
If I'm thy lilly made by Grace's Art
I shall adorn thy Palace fragrantly.
And when thou mee thy spic'de bed interst in
I'le thee on my Shoshannim Spic'de Songs sing.





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