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


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First Line: Oh! Golden rose! Oh, glittering lilly white
Last Line: New psalms on davids harpe to thee and him.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature


Oh! Golden Rose! Oh, Glittering Lilly white
Spic'd o're With heavens File divine, till Rayes
Fly forth whose Shine doth Wrack the strongest Sight
That Wonders eye is tent of, while't doth gaze
On thee. Those Swaddle Bonde's Eternity.
And sparkling Cradle is Rich Deity.

First Born of e'ry being: hence a son
Begot o' th' First: Gods onely Son begot.
Hence Deity all ore. Gods nature run
Into a Filiall Mould: Eternall knot.
A Father then, and son: persons distinct.
Though them Sabellians contrar'ly inckt.

This mall of Steel falls hard upon those foes
Of truth, who make the Holy trinity
Into One Person: Arrians too and those
Socinians calld, who do Christs Deity
Bark out against. But Will they, nill they, they
Shall finde this Mall to split their brains away..

Come shine, Deare Lord, out in my heart indeed
First born; in truth before thee there was none
First Born, as man, born of a Virgin's seed:
Before or after thee such up ne'er spring.
Hence Heir of all things lockt in natures Chest:
And in thy Fathers too: extremely best.

Thou Object of Gods boundless brightest Love,
Invested with all sparkling rayes of Light
Distill thou down, what hony falls above
Bedew the Angells Copses, fill our sight
And hearts therewith within thy Father's joy.
These are but Shreads under thy bench that ly.

Oh! that my Soul was all enamored
With this First Born enough: a Lump of Love
Son of Eternall Father, Chambered
Once in a Virgins Womb, dropt from above.
All Humane royalty hereby Divin'de.
The First born's Antitype: in whom they're shrin'de.

Make mee thy Babe, and him my Elder Brother.
A Right, Lord grant me in his Birth right high.
His Grace, my Treasure make above all other:
His Life my Sampler: My Life his joy.
I'le hang my love then on his heart, and sing
New Psalms on Davids Harpe to thee and him.






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