Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 18, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: A bran, a chaff, a very barly yawn Last Line: That equalls davids michtam which is in't. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
A Bran, a Chaff, a very Barly yawn, An Husk, a Shell, a Nothing, nay yet Worse, A Thistle, Bryer prickle, pricking Thorn A Lump of Lewdeness, Pouch of Sin, a purse Of Naughtiness, I am, yea what no Lord? And wilt thou be mine Altar? and my bord? Mine Heart's a Park or Chase of sins: Mine Head 'S a Bowling Alley. Sins play Ninehole here. Phansy's a Green: sin Barly breaks in't led. Judgment's a pingle. Blindeman's Buff's plaid there. Sin playes at Coursey Parke within my Minde. My Wills a Walke in which it aires what's blinde. Sure then I lack Atonement. Lord me help. Thy Shittim Wood ore laid With Wealthy brass Was an Atoning altar, and sweet smelt: But if ore laid with pure pure gold it was It was an Incense Altar, all perfum'd With Odours, wherein Lord thou thus was bloom'd. Did this ere during Wood when thus orespread With these erelasting Metalls altarwise Type thy Eternall Plank of Godhead, Wed Unto our Mortall Chip, its sacrifice? Thy Deity mine Altar. Manhood thine. Mine Offring on't for all men's Sins, and mine? This Golden Altar puts such weight into The sacrifices offer'd on't, that it Ore weighs the Weight of all the sins that flow In thine Elect. This Wedge, and beetle split The knotty Logs of Vengeance too to shivers: And from their Guilt and shame them cleare delivers. This Holy Altar by its Heavenly fire Refines our Offerings: casts out their dross And sanctifies their Gold by its rich 'tire And all their steams with Holy Odours boss. Pillars of Frankincense and rich Perfume They 'tone Gods nosthrills with, off from this Loom. Good News, Good Sirs, more good than comes within The Canopy of Angells. Heavens Hall Allows no better: this atones for sin, My Glorious God, Whose Grace here thickest falls. May I my Barly yawn, Bran, Bryer Claw, Lay on't a Sacrifice? or Chaff or Straw? Shall I my sin Pouch lay, on thy Gold Bench My Offering, Lord, to thee? I've such alone But have no better. For my sins do drench My very best unto their very bone. And shall mine Offering by thine Altars fire Refin'd, and sanctifi'd to God aspire? Amen, ev'n so be it. I now will climb The stares up to thine Altar, and on't lay Myselfe, and services, even for its shrine. My sacrifice brought thee accept I pray. My Morn, and Evning Offerings I'le bring And on this Golden Altar Incense fling. Lord let thy Deity mine Altar bee And make thy Manhood, on't my sacrifice. For mine Atonement: make them both for mee My Altar t'sanctify my gifts likewise That so myselfe and service on't may bring Its worth along with them to thee my king. The thoughts whereof, do make my tunes as fume, From off this Altar rise to thee Most High And all their steams stufft with thy Altars blooms, My Sacrifice of Praise in Melody. Let thy bright Angells catch my tune, and sing't. That Equalls Davids Michtam which is in't. | 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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