RANK TWO Whence Come these Spicy Gales? Shall we abuse Such sweet Perfumes with putrid noses? Who did in this Diffusive Aire Diffuse Such Aromatick fumes or Posies? These Spirits are with Graces sweetly splic'te; What Good Comes in them? Oh! they Come from Christ! RANK THREE Whence Come these Cloudy Pillars of Perfume? Sure Christ doth on his Garden blow Or open Graces Spice Box, I presume From whence these Reechs do flow: For oh! heart Ravishing steams do scale my Soule, And do in Heavenly Raptures it enrowle. RANK TWO Sure Grace a progress in her Coach doth ride, Lapt up in all Perfumes, whose sent, Hath suffocated sin, and nullifi'de Sad Griefe, as in our Souls it went. Sin sincks the Soul to Hell: but here is Love Sincks Sin to Hell; and soars the Soul above. RANK THREE I strove to soar on high. But oh! methought Like to a Lump of Lead my sin Prest down my Soul; But now it's off, she's Caught In holy Raptures up to him. Oh! let us then sing Praise: methinks I soar Above the stars, and stand at Heavens Doore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AUTHOR TO HER BOOK by ANNE BRADSTREET ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by THOMAS GRAY THE TERRIBLE SONNETS: 3 by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS CHAMBER MUSIC: 36 by JAMES JOYCE THE SCRUTINY; SONG by RICHARD LOVELACE |