Thou Glory Darkning Glory, with thy Flame Should all Quaint Metaphors teem ev'ry Bud Of Sparkling Eloquence upon the same It would appeare as dawbing pearls with mud. Nay Angells Wits are Childish tricks, and like The Darksom night unto thy Lightsom Light. Oh! Choicest Cabbinet, more Choice than gold Or Wealthist Pearles Wherein all Pearls of Price All Treasures of Choice Wisdom manifold Inthroned reign. Thou Cabinet most Choice Not scant to hold, not staind with cloudy geere The Shining Sun of Wisdom bowling there. Thou Shining Golden Lanthorn with pain'd Lights Of Chrystall cleare, thy golden Candles flame, Makes such a Shine, as doth the Sun benights. Its but a Smoaky vapor to the Same. All Wisdom knead into a Chrystall Ball, Shines like the Sun in thee, its azure Hall. Thou rowling Eye of Light, to thee are sent All Dazzling Beams of Shine the Heavens distill. All Wisdoms Troops do quarter in thy Tents And all her Treasures Cabin in thy tills. Be thou, Lord, mine: then I shall Wealthy bee, Enricht with Wisdoms Treasures, Stoughd in thee. That little Grain within my golden Bowle, Should it attempt to poise thy Talent cleare, It would inoculate into my Soule, As illookt Impudence as ever were. But, loe, it stands amaizd, and doth adore, Thy Magazeen of Wisdom, and thy Store. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AULD LANG SYNE by ROBERT BURNS THE VANISHING RED by ROBERT FROST THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 27 by OMAR KHAYYAM BRITANNIA TO COLUMBIA by ALFRED AUSTIN THE ELDER'S WARNING; A LAY OF THE CONVOCATION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |