Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PENTECOST, by JOSEPH BEAUMONT

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PENTECOST, by                
First Line: O seasonable feast! / never had we
Last Line: And britains chaos into order tame!
Subject(s): Christianity; Rites & Ceremonies

Never had We
More need of Thee:
So low these woefull Times had prest
Our heavy hearts, none but the Comforter
Himself, could our dark clowds of Sorrow cleer.


'Tis well he comes from heaven:
For our poor earth
Cannot put forth
One sprout or bud of Comfort; even
Our Joys lament, whilst a new Sea doth now
(Woes stormy Sea) about our Britain flow.


How sudden & how strange
A Legion We
Of Spirits see,
Which all about securely range!
How desperately are wretched we possest:
And who but thou can be our Exorcist?


Thou, mighty Spirit, who
Confusion from
The Worlds first wombe
Didst sweetly chase: Our Waves of Woe
Now crave thy ayd; oh gently move on them,
And Britains Chaos into order tame!

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