@3Salvation to all that will is nigh;@1 That All, which alwayes is All every where, Which cannot sinne, and yet all sinnes must beare, Which cannot die, yet cannot chuse but die, Loe, faithfull Virgin, yeelds himselfe to lye In prison, in thy wombe; and though he there Can take no sinne, nor thou give, yet he'will weare Taken from thence, flesh, which deaths force may trie. Ere by the spheares time was created, thou Wast in his minde, who is thy Sonne, and Brother; Whom thou conceiv'st, conceiv'd; yea thou art now Thy Makers maker, and thy Fathers mother; Thou'hast light in darke; and shutst in little roome, @3Immensity cloysterd in thy deare wombe.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIGHTS OF NEW YORK by SARA TEASDALE SEA GODS: 1 by HILDA DOOLITTLE LINES TO A MOVEMENT IN MOZART'S E-FLAT SYMPHONY by THOMAS HARDY THE BRONCHO THAT WOULD NOT BE BROKEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE PAUPER'S DRIVE by THOMAS NOEL THE FLAT-HUNTER'S WAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE STRANGER by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA TRAVELLER BY NIGHT, SELECTION by JOANNA BAILLIE VERSES TO HER WHO IS JUSTLY ENTITLED TO THEM by BERNARD BARTON |