Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 135, by EDWARD TAYLOR


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First Line: Thou far the fairest of all female dress
Last Line: Appearest like an armed troop in banners.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature


Thou far the fairest of all female dress
Whose spirituall beauty doth arise with Shine
Of th'Beams of the blesst Son of Righteousness,
Glazing thy face with glory all Divine.
All Sparkling Glory like as Moses Face
Shining was dreadfull so is thine with grace.

Thy Intellects a Saphrin Socket bears
Christ's flaming Torch of Grace that sanctifies.
Thy Will Christs Cabinet of Rich Grace Wares
Top full of Grace of Every Sort and Sise.
Thy Body's like a golden Lanthorn trim
Through which the lamps of Grace shine from within.

Thine Eye balls rowle like fiery balled Sparks
That graces beams like fiery arrows fling
Whose fiery bullets, graces flaming Darts
Most terrible to such as rowle in Sin.
Thy Mouths Christs Morter piece lets granades fly
Of th'holy Ghost all wicked ones to 'stroy.

Nay still the more Artiliry is there.
A Brazeel Bow's thy mouth, thy Tong's the String
That shoots his Arrows pild, both in and through
The Sinners Soules that make deep wounds therein.
Yet more, thy mouth doth use his furbusht Sword
By thy bright tongue in truth, his dreadfull word.

Christs golden Canon Balls that dash asunder,
Whereby thou Satans garrisons dost bomb.
Thy hands cast out like lightening sharp and Thunder
And herewith thou dost Satan's Souldiers Thump.
Thy Mouth thy Tongue, thy Eyes and Face are steeld
With terrour when thou meets the foe in th'field.

And thou art armed in thy Coate of Male
Made all of Graces golden Wyer bright
By th'best of artist ere in Heavens pale
Thy holy Ghost that made it strong and tite.
No Arrow that the foe let flies can dint
Or pierce it through or break thereof a link.

Thou'rt rightly trained by thy Captain who
Hath rightly learnt thee words of his command
Them well doth like and Fiter than the foe
And makst good use of th'Weapons in thy hand.
Thy Helmet Hope, thy Belt Christ's Truth, thy Shield
Of Faith all right, thy Fortitude have steeld.

Thy Excellency gracious hath thee made
Full Terrible, in fight while thou art Eying
Thy bright bright Captain whose rich Skill displaid
Leading thee home with Songs and Colours flying.
And thus thou terrible in gracious manners
Appearest like an Armed troop in Banners.





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