O DEER & memorable @3Day@1 to Me, From which I count my Christianitie! Eight Days I breath'd, but did not live, Bycause I onely was what I was Born; But Thou a blessed check didst give To my sad Fate, & me with Life adorn. 2 That mighty @3Deluge@1 which its fury hurld Beyond all Shores, & wrack'd the anchient World, Bury'd not Mortals in so deep A Death, but the @3Baptismal Flood@1 in more Assured Life their Soules doth steep, And roll them to Eternities high Shore. 3 Thus at this truelyest-living Fountains Head I into holy Life was Buryed: And had I kept that Purity Which in that liquid Sepulchre I found, Not Death it self could make me dy Who was Eternal by thus being Drownd. 4 But foolish I would needs be padling in The lazie filthly Lakes of nasty Sin; Till I had staind my careless Heart With poisnous Spotts, which like Plague-tokens seald Me for my Grave: Nor could the Art Of Man or Angel cure or comfort yeild. 5 O no! a @3LORD HAVE MERCY ON ME,@1 was The onely Charm in that infected case: And so is still; for nothing but The soverain Power of @3MERCY@1 can asswage Sinns strong Contagion, & put Eases soft chains on my Diseases rage. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 5. THE STEVEDORES by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER A SKETCH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ICED BRANCHES by KENNETH SLADE ALLING TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. FLY MESSENGER by EDWARD CARPENTER |