Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 41, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: That wisdom bright, whose vastness for extent Last Line: Among thy palace songs thy praise to sing. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
That Wisdom bright whose vastness for extent Commensurates Dimension infinite A Palace built with Saphir-Battlement Bepinkt with Sun, Moon, Starrs, all gold-fire bright, Plac'de man his Pupill here, and ev'ry thing, With loads of Learning, came to tutor him. But he (alas) did at the threashould trip Fell, Crackt the glass through which the Sun should shine That darkness gross his noble Soule doth tip. Each twig is bow'd with loads of follies Rhime. That ev'ry thing in tutoring, is a toole To whip the Scholler that did play the foole. The Case thus stands: Hence matters up arose More sweet than Roses, and out-shine the Sun: That Living Wisdom put on dying Cloaths: In mortal roabs to Sorrows Schoole house run. The Vessell full can hold no more, doth goe To Schoole to learn, whose learning cannot grow. Christ, where all Wisdom's Treasures hidden are, Is Schollar, Suffering's his Tutor-Master: Obedience, is his Lesson, which (as fair As Light in th' Sun) flows from him, yea and faster. But how should he learn any learning more In whom all Learning's ever lodg'd before? Surely it must be said, the Humane Hall, Though furnished with all Ripe Grace, yet was Not all ore Window, that no beame at all Of further light could have into it pass. He grew in Wisdom, Wisdom grew in him As in's, though's Godhead other wayes did't bring. Though Grace in Christ forever perfect was And he e're perfectly was free from Sin His progress yet in Knowledg needs must pass The Passes, humane modes, admit the thing. Hence learnd Obedience in his Suff'ring-Schoole. Experience taught him (though a Feeble toole). O Condescention! Shall the Heavens do Low Conjues to the Earth? or Sun array Itselfe with Clouds, and to a Glow worm go For Light to make all o're the World light day? That thou should learn in Sorrows Schoole, in whom All learning is, and whence all learnings come? Wonder, my Soule, at this great Wonder bright And in this frame, Lord, let my heart to thee On Angells Wings fly, out of Earths Eyesight. Obedience learn in Sorrows Schoole of thee Till right Obedience me hath handed in Among thy Palace Songs thy praise to sing. | 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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