Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 99, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Glory! What art? O! Sparkling spark all bright Last Line: I'le sing thee songs of grace in glories spheare. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
Glory! what art? O! Sparkling Spark all bright, Thy Shining Robes all gallantry do ware Dazling the Eye of such as have the Sight Of anyone deckt with thy Sparklings rare. Guilding the Ambient aire with golden shine In which its Subjects stande in glory fine. This pale-fac'de Moon that Silver Snowball like That Walkes ints Silver Glory, paints the Skies The tester of the Bed, where day and night Each Creature Coverd ore with glory lies, She with her Silver Rayes envarnish doth In Silver paint, the Skies as out she go'th. But oh! the Sun, that golden Ball of Glory That Walkes in his Celestiall Galleries In flaming Broad cloth wove, in th'Highest Story, Of Glories Rayes, and aires fine twine webwise Doth make her golden Beams, her tapestry Which gilds the heavens ore, hung out on high. But all this glory pleasent to behold, Is but a drop of ink compar'd with thine, My Deare-Dear Lord whose Sparkling glory would Enravish all that sees but halfe its Shine. The bodies eyes want Strength to beare the Sight From sinking when a beam of't on't doth Light. Thy elementall Frame, that China Dish, Varnisht with nature's rich perfection o're, The top of beauty, humane nature's bliss, Most naturally deckt with all beauties glore, A Crystall Glass, Transparent Silver bowle. Or Golden Tabernacle of the Soule. Eyes ne'er beheld Humanity so brave, So Beautifull a piece of manhood-frame. Filld all with graces glory, whose bright Wave Is dasht all ore, with orientall flame. A Golden Viol full of gracious Grace Whose flashing Shine out shines the Angells face. Hence ery thought that in thy heart was hatcht. And ery word that from thy lips did fall And ery act thy person ere dispatcht, Came glorifide with graces glory all That eyes enlighten'd with thy glory, said We saw his glory as God's Son's, displaid. When thou the Curtain backtst a little t'shew A little flash of thy greate glory bright Thy Countenance did shine like lightning: true, Thy Raiment was as white as Snow, or light. Angells adore and Saints admire thy brightness And hunger to bee filled with thy likeness. Lord, make me with thy likeness like to thee. Upon my Soule thy Shining Image place. And let thy glorious grace shine bright in mee. Enlay my thoughts, my words, and Works with Grace. If thou wilt dub mee with bright gracious geere, I'le sing thee Songs of Grace in Glories Spheare. | 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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