A shadow, Lord, not such as types show here Nor such as Titerus his broad Beech made In which he with his Oat straw pipe't there A Forrest march, such his dark blackish trade. But tis a milke white Shadow sparkling bright That doth excell all excellent delight. It doth delight the Saints in glorious wise As shadow of a rock in weary land. It doth revive them when the Clouds arise And maske the brows of heaven's bright shining hand. Grace gilds this shade with brightsom shines Godward And manward doth bring * * * a blest reward. A Shadow not a scowling cloud that rose Big belli'd with hard Cracks of frightful thunder And rapid frightful firy flashes throws A * * * * * with horrid rending thunder Making the hinds to calve and Lebanon To skip like to a frighted Unicorn. A shade indeed * * * * did hap * * * cluster of bright Angells * * * up Made a Brave feather to adorn the Cap Upon the Tabernakles * * * * * By Day and Night the Camp as on they stand Through the Wilderness to the promisd land. Lord let this shadow as a Canopy Catch all perfumes that from the Earth arise * * * * * * * * * in to fill * * * My drinking cup when squezd I shall it prize. Then when my Crystall Cup grows full to the brim Thy praise sweet to my tast my harp shall sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TEST by RALPH WALDO EMERSON PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 38 by EDWARD TAYLOR NOCTURNE by JOHN VAN ALSTYN WEAVER IN YOUTH IS PLEASURE by ROBERT WEVER MOON-BRIGHT DREAMS by WILLIAM EDWARD ADAMS THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 42. FAREWELL TO JULIET (4) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |