Chor. OUR Starr its pious Task has done, Now it has brought Us to the Sun; To Thee, by whose sweet Light may We The Ways of thy Commandments see. Thou, who this Stable mak'st thine East, Wilt stoop to Rise in our foule breast. 1 Vs. 1. Behold This Gold Pale at the Splendor By which thy tender Eyes its vilenes open sett Doth crave Thy leave To be beholden For truly golden Worth, to thy Accepting it. Cho. This Gold it self will crowned be Fairest of Kings, by crowning Thee. :||: 2 Vs. 2. And now See how Our Incense soreth Not up, but towreth Down, to reach the loftier skie; For since Heavns Prince Hath stooped hether, With Him together Heer dwells all Sublimity: Cho. O may thy Feets perfuming Kiss This Incense teach what Sweetnes is. :||: 3 Vs. 3. Lo heer This Myrrh Its spicey duty T' Attend the Beuty Of thy humane Nature offers: In this Express To Thee her royal Soverain, thy loyal Arabia all her Gardins profers. Cho. Yf Thou own'st Thou wilt thereby Her Stile of HAPPY ratifie. :||: Vs. 1. But to my Offring I did join My heart. (Vs. 2.) As I. (Vs. 3.) And I did mine. Vs. 1. No longer mine, but Thine. (Vs. 2.) For He Has none, who has it not in Thee. Vs. 3. Yet I am more of mine possest, Than when 'twas lost in mine own breast. Cho. And though our Gifts all worthless are, Accept, sweet Lord, what We preferr. So in thy debt We more shall be, Receiving, whilst We give to Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BITTER-SWEET: CRADLE SONG [OR, BABYHOOD] by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND THE CITY MOUSE AND THE COUNTRY [OR, GARDEN] MOUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THALIA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A SONNET. PLATONIC LOVE by PHILIP AYRES THE PENDULUM by JURGIS BALTRUSHAITIS THE ARTIST TO HIS WIFE by STANLEY KILNER BOOTH PAL OF MY HEART by JULIA A. BRAND EPITAPH ON MR. FRANCIS LEE OF THE TEMPLE, GENT. by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |