WELCOME sweet & happy Day: O let me pay In thy blest Light ye debt I owe The Fount, from which my better life doth flow. The Fount, which sprung from ye dear side Of Him, who dyde To leave a truer Life to mee Then I could draw from my Nativitie. For I was borne a Dying Thing: The Serpents sting Through all ye World yt went before Reach'd my poor Heart, & poysned it all o're. Untill ye liquid Life, which swimms About ye brimms Of ye Baptismall Laver did Upon my Soule pure health & vigor shed. Death soone was drownd, & ye great weight Of Sin was strait Sunk to ye bottome, onely I Rose up, & liv'd a Life, which could not die. It could not die, had I not been The treacherous Mean To murder it: @3Adam@1 doth slay Us At first, but then none but our Selves betray Us. Pardon for this selfe-felonie I beg of Thee Who sheddst a rubie stream to heale Those second Wounds, my fainting Soule doth feele. So by thy Water & thy Blood That double Flood Of Mercie, may my Heart swimme home And to ye Ocean of thy Glorie come. Mean time upon this Dayes fair face, By thy Sweet Grace This Vow I fix: @3NO MORE WILL I WHO SERVE TRUTH'S POTENT MASTER TELL A LIE.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONODY ON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HON. R.B. SHERIDAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MITHRIDATES by RALPH WALDO EMERSON INDEPENDENCE DAY by ROYALL TYLER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 85. AL-MUKSIT by EDWIN ARNOLD COTTON MILL FUNERAL by STEWART ATKINS THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: CANTO 3 by WILLIAM BASSE |