Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE LITTLE ONES GREATNESS, by JOSEPH BEAUMONT

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First Line: Let ye brave proud, & mighty men
Last Line: Soft king of lambs for ever reigne.
Subject(s): God; Heaven; Regalia; Paradise; Royal Perogatives

LET ye Brave Proud, & Mighty Men
Passe on in state
Unto some Gate
Ample enough to let them in.

My palace door was ever narrow:
No Mountains may
Crowd in that way,
Nor at a Needles Eye get thorow.

Heavn needeth no such helps as They:
My Royall Seat
Is high & great
Enough wthout poore heaps of Clay.

Without Hydropick Names of Pride,
Without ye gay
Deceits yt play
About fond Kings on every side.

Let all ye bunched Camells goe
With this rich load
To ye Broad Road.
Heavn needs no Treasure from below:

But rather little tender things,
On whom to poure
Its own vast store,
And make of Wormes, celestiall Kings.

Heavns little Gate is onely fit
Deare Babes, for you,
And I, you know,
Am but a Lamb, though King of it.

Come then, meek Brethren, hither come
These armes you see
At present, bee
The Gate by which you must goe home.

There will I meet with you againe,
And mounted on
My gentle Throne
Soft King of Lambs for ever reigne.

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