ME thought Heavn calld Me, when I heard ye Bell; And I was ready to obey: The plain and surest path I knew full well, It was our Common Chappell way. God has his probatorie Heavn below, An easy & familiar Sphear: An Heavn, whose Gate is broad, yt All might flow In, & for that above prepare. Arrived there, although ye outward face Of what appear'd was plain & milde, Dreadfull I found ye Mildenesse of ye place Being wth God & Angels filld. Falln on my knees, I had no lesse then leave To supplicate My God & King. Alas, a thousand wants my Soule did greive, I had to ask Him many a Thing. Up went my hands & Eyes: so should my Heart, And so a little while it did: But as my craving Tongue performed her part, I knew not how, my Mind was fled. I was Departed, & interred lay Wth in my selfe as in a Grave: This rotten heap of my owne Dust & Clay To Me a Tomb, & Carkase gave. Or like at least some Image of ye Dead Set there to make his Memorie live. Starke-cold was My Devotion, & tis said A Church this onely Life can give. And is not this a strange Idolatry To worship God wth Images, And Puppit-Service; as if Mighty Hee Were some such heedlesse Thing as These? Shall Men mock God, & think to move his Love, And not his furie, when we pray? What hopes those Words should e'r be heard above, Which our selves hear not as we say? When unto Man I with requests doe goe, My mind doth wth my Tongue beare part. I serve him onely wth lip-homage, who Created both my Tongue & Heart. Forgive Me, Lord; my Prayers wch are not mine, That Froth wch on my lips doth bubble; That Aire wch I misuse, that Name of Thine, Wch I so oft in vain redouble. Faine would I pray my Prayers, & not be Abroad, when heer I Thee intreat. Tame my wild Soule, & tie it close to Thee In whom my Hope & Trust is set. So shall this place be like its Name to Me, And as an Angels Voice, ye Bell. Heer shall I practise My Felicitie, And so in Heavn aforehand dwell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I LOVE ALL BEAUTEOUS THINGS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE HUDSON by GEORGE SIDNEY HELLMAN CITIZEN OF THE WORLD by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER ANDROMEDA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNET: BARBERRIES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PRELUDE TO FAITH by MARJORIE MERRILL BLISS |