The Daintiest Draught thy Pensill ever Drew: The finest vessell, Lord, thy fingers fram'de: The statelist Palace Angells e're did view, Under thy Hatch betwixt Decks here Contain'd Broke, marred, spoild, undone, Defild doth ly In Rubbish ruinde by thine Enemy. What Pittie's this? Oh Sunshine Art! What Fall? Thou that more Glorious wast than glories Wealth! More Golden far than Gold! Lord, on whose Wall Thy scutchons hung, the Image of thyselfe! Its ruinde, and must rue, though Angells should To hold it up heave while their Heart Strings hold. But yet thou stem of Davids stock when dry And shrivled held, although most green was lopt Whose sap a sovereign Sodder is, whereby The breach repared is in which its dropt. Oh Gracious Twig! thou Cut off? bleed rich juyce T'Cement the Breach, and Glories shine reduce? Oh Lovely One! how doth thy Loveliness Beam through the Chrystall Casements of the Eyes Of Saints, and Angells sparkling Flakes of Fresh Heart Ravishing Beauty, filling up their joyes? And th'Divells too; if Envies Pupills stood Not peeping there these sparkling Rayes t'exclude? Thou Rod of Davids Root, Branch of his Bough My Lord, repare thy Palace, Deck thy Place. I'm but a Flesh and Blood bag: Oh! do thou Still, Plate, Ridge, Rib, and Rafter me with Grace. Renew my Soule, and guild it all within: And hang thy saving Grace on ery Pin. My Soule, Lord, make thy Shining Temple, pave Its Floore all o're with Orient Grace: thus guild It o're with Heavens gold: Its Cabbins have Thy Treasuries with Choicest thoughts up filld. Pourtray thy Glorious Image round about Upon thy Temple Walls within, and Out. Garnish thy Hall with Gifts, Lord, from above With that Rich Coate of Male thy Righteousness, Truths Belt, the Spirits Sword, the Buckler Love Hopes Helmet, and the Shield of Faith kept fresh. The Scutchons of thy Honour make my Sign As Garland Tuns are badges made of Wine. New mould, new make me thus, me new Create Renew in me a spirit right, pure, true. Lord make me thy New Creature, then new make All things to thy New Creature here anew, New Heart, New thoughts, New Words, New wayes likewise. New Glory then shall to thyselfe arise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE SHADOWS: MY EPITAPH by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) LAVENDER'S BLUE (1) by MOTHER GOOSE TO A YOUNG MAN ON THE PLATFORM OF A SUBWAY EXPRESS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 4. TO THE HON. CHARLES TOWNSHEND, IN THE COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE ON AN INTAGLIO HEAD OF MINERVA (2) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MOONLIGHT by SERENA COBIA BAILEY ANNA BULLEN, ACT 1: SHORT CURSE by JOHN BANKS (17TH CENTURY-) |