Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 149, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My blessed-glorious lord, thy spouse I spie Last Line: And feed me with, I'le then thy praises sing. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
My blessed-Glorious Lord, thy Spouse I spie Most Glorious in thine Eye that ther is none That may compare with her under the Skie, Nay Heaven itselfe can't shew such other One. Her wandring t'seek thee when that thou withdrew Didst from her, cause her heart ach Sobs renew. Then thy sweet calls thus said, Return Return Oh! Shulamite, return and do not feare: And as this gladsom Sound forbad to mourn. Did touch her heart as it did touch her Eare. That vitall faith turnd from her wandring State Shee findes her Soule enricht with Graces plate. Her steps returning, her Lord beholds her Shooes Ore laid with beauty far out shining Gold. Her huckle joynts like precious pearls he viewes Like precious Stones that golden rings enfold, Which he beholding doth to her thus crie, Oh Beautious daughter and for very joye. Thy Spirituall Navill like the Altars Bowle Filld full of Spirituall Liquor to refresh The Spirits babes conceived in thy Soule The Altars Bason that its blood to dress The Altar sprinkled with it and t'atone Herself and hers and ease her of her Grone. Her Belly where her Spirituall Offspring's bred Is like an heap of Wheate most Choice and fine With fragrant Lillies richly selvidged Making the whole most beautifully shine. Her spirituall strength these arteries and nerves keep Holding up, and upholding of all most sweet. Here's Spirits of the Spirits Chymistrie And Bisket of the Spirits Backhouse best Emblems of Sanctifying Grace most high Water and Bread of spirituall life up dresst. Here's Meat and Drinke to nourish grace in Sum And feed the Spouses infants in her womb. Hereby is shown her spirituall growth in Grace, Whereby she able rises to bring forth Her spirituall offspring of a spirituall race Her Saints, and Sanctifying Grace their growth. Her Spirituall Navill buttoning all her Store Of Liquour rich the Spirits Wine fat pure, Of spirituall rich distilled Sanctity Its sweetest dews to moisten all her fruite. Here's food to feed her infant Saints whereby They up are Cherisht well in branch and root; Races of Saints do from her belly flow That to supply her Spousehood up do grow. Hence Spirituall Babes hang sucking of her breasts And draw thence th'Spirituall milk of these milk bowles And of this Wheat eat plumb bread too the best. That nurish do and fatten holy Souls. My Bisket sop her Basons liquour in And feed me with, I'le then thy praises sing. | 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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