Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 136, by EDWARD TAYLOR


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First Line: Oh! What a word is this thy lips let fall
Last Line: Will by its musick raise thy joy the higher.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature


Oh! what a word is this thy Lips Let fall.
Here in these drops of Honey dews whereby
Thou dost bedew mine Olive Copses all
Within the garden of my Soul, oh joy?
Its such a word so wondrous and so high
Hadst not thou said it, sure 'twas blasphemy.

How shouldst it be that thou should charge thy Spouse
To turn away her glancing face from thee?
Whose Charming glances are quick Flames to rouse
The dull affections rich flaming Glee
And these glances which most delightful be
That thou should say they overcome have mee.

What do these Eyes then raise thy Joys so much
And do they so dilate thy Spirits pure
To such a breadth though thou dost joy in such,
Thy Spirits run so from thy heart, its sure
* * * * * * * * * * * then robs thy heart of all
Its Vitall Spirits that it fainting falls?

O wondrous Beauty that doth sorely Cramp
Our Wondring Faculty and make it strain
Untill it feeble grows and groweth faint
If such Eyes Sparkling start us with their flame!
Art thou my Lord who are too strong for all
Orecome hereby when they upon thee fall?

But yet this thy Serprize seems Rationall
In some respect seing thy glorious selfe
Stands graciously portrayed Ever shall
Within thy Spouses Eyes with richest Wealth
That Grace's Gold mine hath, so that it seems
Thou must these Eyes esteem, ere thy heart 'steems.

Seeing thy Spouse that doth consist of all
Gods blesst Elect regenerate within
The tract of time from first to last send shall
From her bright Eyes her gracious beams and fling
I wonder't would be topping very high
If that such Eyes should not advance thy joy.

Then let the Beams of my Souls eye ev'n meet
The brightsome Beams of thy blesst Eye my Lord,
And in their meeting let them sweetly greet
And back return laded as each affords.
Mine then return'd well loaded with thine flame
Shall tune my harp to sing thy glories fame.

My Soul then quickend by thy beames brought in
By my Souls Eye beams and glaz'd be thereby
With glorious Grace that will mee make more sing
Thy praise my Lord, then shall thou have more joy.
My Soul strung with thy grace as golden Wier,
Will by its musick Raise thy joy the Higher.





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