Come now behold Within this Knot What Flowers do grow: Spanglde like gold: Whence Wreaths of all Perfumes do flow. Most Curious Colours of all sorts you shall With all Sweet Spirits sent. Yet thats not all. Oh! Look, and finde These Choicest Flowers most richly sweet Are Disciplinde With Artificiall Angells meet. An heap of Pearls is precious: but they shall When set by Art Excell: Yet that's not all. Christ's Spirit showers Down in his Word, and Sacraments Upon these Flowers The Clouds of Grace Divine Contents. Such things of Wealthy Blessings on them fall As make them sweetly thrive: Yet that's not all. Yet still behold! All flourish not at once. We see While some Unfold Their blushing Leaves, some buds there bee. Here's Faith, Hope, Charity in flower, which call On yonders in the Bud. Yet that's not all. But as they stand Like Beauties reeching in perfume A Divine Hand Doth hand them up to Glories room: Where Each in sweet'ned Songs all Praises shall Sing all ore heaven for aye. And that's but all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PINE-TREES AND THE SKY: EVENING by RUPERT BROOKE EARTH'S IMMORTALITIES: FAME by ROBERT BROWNING FOR G. by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON WHAT SHALL IT PROFIT? by WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS TO THE RIVER by EDGAR ALLAN POE UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 25. MOTHER AND SON by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |