AND surely @3Lord@1 Thou knowest best, Who didst that Fornace make; Though venturous damning Men contest, And thy Decrees doe break. O why should Wee ordeine that Fire For Man, which Thou at first For Devills kindle'st, & conspire With them to be accurst! Fire of another mixture Thou For Man prepared hast, More hot then that in Hell below, And which as long may last: Delitious Fire, whose fuell is Thine owne all-sweetning Graces, Flames of eternall Love & blisse Of ravishing Imbraces. And that we might be sure to be Its Sacrifices, Thou Thy Selfe didst kindly come & see It kindled heer below. Whence, when Thou wert returned, Thou Thy potent Spirit didst give, Which on our Hearts mightst breathe & blow And keep ye Fire alive. What couldst Thou more! If we reject Our proper @3FLAMES@1, sure none But that @3STRANGE FIRE@1 we can expect; For burne we must in One. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER GARDEN THEATRE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A CHRISTMAS HYMN (OLD STYLE: 1837) by ALFRED DOMETT THE TEACHER by LESLIE PINCKNEY HILL ODES I, 9. TO WINTER by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS THE MAGI by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |