@3Salute the last and everlasting day,@1 Joy at the uprising of this Sunne, and Sonne, Yee whose just teares, or tribulation Have purely washt, or burnt your drossie clay; Behold the Highest, parting hence away, Lightens the darke clouds, which hee treads upon, Nor doth hee by ascending, show alone, But first hee, and hee first enters the way. O strong Ramme, which hast batter'd heaven for mee, Mild Lambe, which with thy blood, hast mark'd the path; Bright Torch, which shin'st, that I the way may see, Oh, with thy owne blood quench thy owne just wrath, And if thy holy Spirit, my Muse did raise, @3Deigne at my hands this crowne of prayer and praise.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OCTOBER XXIX, 1795 (KEATS' BIRTHDAY) by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE CLIFTON by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THREE WOMEN: G -- by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR SONG OF THE DYING OLD MAN TO HIS YOUNG WIFE by ELIZA COOK |