Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 153, by EDWARD TAYLOR


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First Line: My glorious lord thy work upon my hand
Last Line: I'le pay thee more when rise on heavens morrow.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature


My Glorious Lord thy work upon my hand
A work so greate and doth so Ample grow
Too larg to be by my Souls limits spand.
Lord let me to thy Angell Palace goe
To borrow thence Angelick Organs bright
To play thy praises with these pipes aright.

You Holy Angells lend yee mee your Skill.
Your Organs set and fill them up well stuft
With Christs rich praises whose lips do distill
Upon his Spouse such ravishing dews to gust
With Silver Metaphors and Tropes bedight.
How fair, how pleasant art, Love, for delight?

Which Rhetorick of thine my Lord descry
Such influences from thy Spouses face
That do upon me run and raise thy Joy
Above my narrow Fancy to uncase.
But yet demands my praise so high, so much
The which my narrow pipe can neer tune such.

Hence I come to your doors bright Starrs on high
And beg you to imply your pipes herein.
Winde musick makes the Sweetest Melody.
I'le with my little pipe thy praises sing.
Accept I pray and what for this I borrow,
I'le pay thee more when rise on heavens morrow.





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