O LOVE Thou art Almighty! This Sole Day can prove Thee so, wch is Not onely Matthews, but from thence The Feast of thy Omnipotence. Thy single Word did not to day Blow sturdy Mountains far away, Or cite ye East into ye West, Or fright ye Centre from its Nest; But more then so, draw from its Seat The Publican, about whose feet Hung cloggs of Gold: cloggs heavier far Then Centres, Worlds, or Sorrows are, Except those Griefs wch hung on Thee When Thou wert hung on Calvarie. How safe did Matthew sit upon The most inchanting thriving Throne Of constant Gains, wch with full tide Came crowding in on every side, And onely bid Him ope his Chest To let it in! How amply blest Would thousands write themselves, if they So cheaply could such wealth injoy, Though more then one Damnation were Tie'd in its Traine! But LOVE'S words are Richer then Riches: Matthew now Forgets Golds price, wch He doth throw With all its hopes away, & choose Bare Povertie as by it goes: For LOVE had put it on, & He No sooner cries come follow Me But as a faithfull Eccho to The Word, ye ready Saint doth goe. No Scruple, no demurre; he knew Twas LOVE that calld, & LOVE that drew. Twas LOVE, & He his Tribute can As well as Caesar claime from Man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EXPOSTULATION by ISAAC BICKERSTAFFE HERACLES AND MELEAGER by BACCHYLIDES NOVEMBER by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE MOLOCH by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. FABLE: THE FARMER AND THE HORSE by NATHANIEL COTTON |