HOW well This dawns next that illustrious Feast, Which brought ye Heavnly Dove from his high Nest! The whole yeare did proclaime the Father's Name, Christmasse ye Sons, & Pentecosts Sweet Flame The Sweeter Spirit: How 'twas time that We This TRIPLE ONE is one Dayes Unitie Should celebrate: time that our Triumphs now Full Catholik & Orthodox should grow: Time that our Joyes be Mysticall & high, Learning in one devout Loveknot to tie A Trinitie of Feasts. Hence faithlesse Yee Whither of Arius long-damned stock ye bee, Or of ye later but the ranker Weed, Which taints ye Churches Garden, goe & feed On your drie Syllogismes, & with your stout And witty impudence still face it out That they much sweeter & more wholesome be Then Angells Bread the HOLY TRINITIE. Leave Us our Sweets, & call them, if you will Fooles Paradise: We are contented still With Truth and Blisse on any termes; & though We seem such easy credulous Fooles to you, JESUS to Us is wisdome made, Evn He Who is the wisdom of Eternitie. Nor shall those Serpents Hises, whose fell Toungs Lurk under yours, disturbe our faithfull Songs: That everlasting Mystik harmonie, Whose sweetnes dwelleth in ye TRINITIE, Invites our Musiks eccho; & this Feast Of DIVINE CONSORT fits an Hymne ye best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 3 by CLARENCE MAJOR A CORONAL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS PASSING BY by THOMAS FORD (1580-1648) ALL THINGS CAN TEMPT ME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS IMPROVEMENT IN THE FORTIES by THOMAS BARNARD THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE THIRD AND FOURTH by WILLIAM BLAKE AFFINITES: 2 by MATHILDE BLIND THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 37. TO ONE WHO WOULD 'REMAIN FRIENDS' by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |