Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 27, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My mentall eye, spying thy sparkling fold Last Line: If thus besprinkled, and encamp thy wayes. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
My mentall Eye, spying thy sparkling Fold Bedeckt, my Lord, with Glories shine alone, That doth out do all Broideries of Gold: And Pavements of Rich Pearles, and Precious Stone Did double back its Beams to light my Sphere Making an inward Search, for what springs there. And in my Search I finde myselfe defild: Issues and Leprosies all ore mee streame. Such have not Enterance. I am beguild: My Seate, Bed, Saddle, Spittle too's uncleane. My Issue Running Leprosy doth spread: My upper Lip is Covered: not my Head. Hence all ore ugly, Nature Poysond stands, Lungs all Corrupted, Skin all botch't and scabd A Feeble Voice, a Stinking Breath out fand And with a Scurfy Skale I'me all ore clagd. Robes rent: Head bare, Lips Coverd too, I cry, Unclean, Unclean, and from thy Camp do fly. Woe's mee. Undone! Undone! my Leprosy! Without a Miracle there is no Cure. Worse than the Elephantick Mange I spie My Sickness is. And must I it endure? Dy of my Leprosy? Lord, say to't nay, I'le Cure thee in my wonder working way. I see thy Gracious hand indeed hath caught Two Curious pritty pure Birds, types most sure Of thy two Natures, and The one is brought To shed its blood in running waters pure Held in an Earthen Panchin which displays Thy Blood and Water preacht in Gospell dayes. The slain Dove's buri'de: In whose Blood (in water) The Living Turtle, Ceder, Scarlet twine, And Hysop dipted are (as an allator) Sprinkling the Leper with it Seven times That typify Christs Blood by Grace applide To Sinners vile, and then they're purifide. Sprindge Lord mee With it. Wash me also in The Poole of Shiloam, and shave mee bare With Gospells Razer. Though the Roots of Sin Bud up again, again shave off its hair. Thy Eighth dayes Bath, and Razer make more gay, Than th'Virgin Maries Purifying day. My Tresspass, Sin, and my Burnt Sacrifices My Flowre and Oyle, for my meate Offering My Lord, thou art. Whether Lambs or Doves up rise And with thy Holy Blood atonement bring, And put thy Blood upon my Right Eare fair Whose tip shall it, its Onely jewell, Ware. And put it Gold-Ring-like on my Right Thumbe And on my Right Greate toe as a Rich Gem. Thy Blood will not Head, Hand nor Foot benum, But satisfy and cleans all fault from them. Then put thy Holy Oyle upon the place Of th'Blood of my Right Eare, Thumb, Toe. Here's Grace. Then Holiness shall Consecrate mine Eare. And sanctify my Fingers Ends, and Toes. And in my hearing, Working, Walking here The Breath of Sanctifying Grace out goes. Perfuming all these Actions, and my life. Oh! Sweetest Sweet. Hence Holiness is rife. Lord, Cleanse mee thus with thy Rich Bloods Sweet Shower My Issue stop: destroy my Leprosy. Thy Holy Oyle upon my Head out poure And cloathe my heart and Life with Sanctity. My Head, my Hand and Foot shall strike thy praise, If thus besprinkled, and Encamp thy Wayes. | 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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