How Blesst am I having such blesst a Lord If I improve my Happiness a right He loves me so that he doth me afford A Banquet such that none can make the like. It's not a single meate, but certainly It life sustains unto Eternity. The sweetest dainties that were ever disht, On any table in best Cookery In Heavens made. It's Mannah, Angells feast The Holy Angells * * * That in the Golden poet kept * * * to Was a black shadow unto this * * * Ground in God's mill in Heaven, finest floure And made into a pasty paste * * * And filld with Paschall Mutton that nere soures Backt in the Backhouse of Free Grace displaid Serv'd up in Gospell Chargers pure and bright By shining Angells all arrayd milk white. When this Grist in Free Graces mill ground and Bolted most fine into Gospell Tiffiny And made in shew Bread Wafers * * * shew stand * * * golden Altar shew bread gloriously Yet that of Manna's wheat's but grudgens bakt But oh this Banquet is all Shugar Cake. This Meat and drink is best ten thousand fold The Paschall mutton th'fattest of the flock And cookt by Grace in Chargers fine of Gold This is the Banquets fare * * * on the rock. Its Wisdoms rost meat on free graces spit All Saints * * * dripping shall And of this table's fare Saints eate each bit And never let the least crumb from them fall. The Liquour that his table holds is fine, Is richer Spirits far than Cana's Wine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDSUMMER FROST (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG MARCO BOZZARIS by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK ON CATULLUS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SONGS OF TRAVEL: 16 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE PRELUDE: BOOK 1. CHILDHOOD AND SCHOOL-TIME by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |