Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 160, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My lord my love I want words fit for thee Last Line: To sacrifice to thee on my harps sweet string. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
My Lord my Love I want words fit for thee. And if't were otherwise, affections want To animate the words that they might bee A mantle to send praise to praises camp But want I word and Spirits for the Same; If I omit thy praise I sure have blame. Lord make my heart in mee an humble thing The humble hearts thy Habitation bright. Its fatted then by thee and thou therein Enrich it will with thy Celestiall Light. Thyselfe, dear Lord, shall be its gloryous Shine Wherewith it shall adorned be and fine. I being thus, become thy Vallie low. O plant thyselfe my lilly flower there. Sure then my lilly in it up will grow In beauty. And its fragrancy will fleer. My heart thy spirituall valie all divine Thyselfe the lilly of the Vally thine. I am thy Vally where thy lilly grows Thou my White and Red blesst lilly fresh; Thy Active and thy Passive 'bedience do Hold out Active and Passive Right'ousness. Pure White and Red making a lovely grace, Present thee to our Love to hug and 'brace. The Medicinall Virtue of the lilly speake That thou my Lilly are Physician who Healst all Diseased Souls both small and greate. None dy of any Spirituall Sores that to thee goe. The Vally lilly then doth Emblemize Thy fitness for thy Mediatoriall guise. Shall Heaven itselfe with all its glorious flowers Stick them as feathers in thy Cap my king And in this glory bow to plant in, power Them as a lilly flower my Vally in, Which is not onely deepe but durty too, What wonders this? What praise and thanks hence due? But oh! alas my pin box is too small To hold praise meet for such praiseworthiness. The Angells and Archangells in Gods hall Mee your Shoshannim tend then to adress My Lord with praises bright in highest tunes And though they are Stuttings they are sweet perfumes. If thou the Lilly of my Vally bee My Vally shall then glorious be and shine Allthough it be a barren Soile for thee: The Lilly of my Vally is divine. I'le borrow heavenly praise for thee my king To sacrifice to thee on my Harps sweet string. | 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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