Thou far the fairest of all female dress Whose spirituall beauty doth arise with Shine Of th'Beams of the blesst Son of Righteousness, Glazing thy face with glory all Divine. All Sparkling Glory like as Moses Face Shining was dreadfull so is thine with grace. Thy Intellects a Saphrin Socket bears Christ's flaming Torch of Grace that sanctifies. Thy Will Christs Cabinet of Rich Grace Wares Top full of Grace of Every Sort and Sise. Thy Body's like a golden Lanthorn trim Through which the lamps of Grace shine from within. Thine Eye balls rowle like fiery balled Sparks That graces beams like fiery arrows fling Whose fiery bullets, graces flaming Darts Most terrible to such as rowle in Sin. Thy Mouths Christs Morter piece lets granades fly Of th'holy Ghost all wicked ones to 'stroy. Nay still the more Artiliry is there. A Brazeel Bow's thy mouth, thy Tong's the String That shoots his Arrows pild, both in and through The Sinners Soules that make deep wounds therein. Yet more, thy mouth doth use his furbusht Sword By thy bright tongue in truth, his dreadfull word. Christs golden Canon Balls that dash asunder, Whereby thou Satans garrisons dost bomb. Thy hands cast out like lightening sharp and Thunder And herewith thou dost Satan's Souldiers Thump. Thy Mouth thy Tongue, thy Eyes and Face are steeld With terrour when thou meets the foe in th'field. And thou art armed in thy Coate of Male Made all of Graces golden Wyer bright By th'best of artist ere in Heavens pale Thy holy Ghost that made it strong and tite. No Arrow that the foe let flies can dint Or pierce it through or break thereof a link. Thou'rt rightly trained by thy Captain who Hath rightly learnt thee words of his command Them well doth like and Fiter than the foe And makst good use of th'Weapons in thy hand. Thy Helmet Hope, thy Belt Christ's Truth, thy Shield Of Faith all right, thy Fortitude have steeld. Thy Excellency gracious hath thee made Full Terrible, in fight while thou art Eying Thy bright bright Captain whose rich Skill displaid Leading thee home with Songs and Colours flying. And thus thou terrible in gracious manners Appearest like an Armed troop in Banners. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OAKS TUTT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ILKA BLADE O' GRASS KEPS ITS AIN DRAP O' DEW by JAMES BALLANTYNE TO A PINE TREE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE JOURNEY ONWARDS by THOMAS MOORE THE DYING SWAN by THOMAS STURGE MOORE |