Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PSALM 45, by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE First Line: My heart indites an argument of worth Last Line: The world shall make no end of thanks to thee. Subject(s): Holidays; Thanksgiving Day | ||||||||
My heart indites an argument of worth The prayse of him who doth the scepter sway My tongue the pen to paint his prayses forth Shall write as swift, as swiftest writer may Then to the King these are the Words I say Fairer art Thou than sons of mortall race Because high God hath blessed Thee for aye My lips as springs do flow with speaking grace. Thy Honours sword gird to thy mighty side O Thou that dost all mights in might excell With glory prosper, on with triumph ride Since justice, Truth, and meekness with Thee dwell So that right hand of thyne shall teaching tell Such things to Thee as well may terror bring And terror such as never erst befell To mortall minds at sight of mortall King Sharp are thy shafts to cleave their hearts in twayn Whose heads do cast Thy conquests to withstand Good cause to make the meaner people faine With willing hearts to undergo thy hand Thy Throne O God doth never falling stand Thy scepter Ensign of Thy Kingly might To righteousness is linkt with such a band That Righteous hand still holds the scepter right. Justice in love, in hate thou holdest wrong This makes that God, who so doth hate and love Glad-making Oyl, that Oyl on thee hath flung Which Thee exalts Thy equals farr above The fragrant riches of Sabean grove Myrrh, Aloes, Cassia all thy robes do smell When Thou from Ivory Palace dost remove Thy breathing Odors all Thy train excell. Daughters of Kings among thy Courtly band By honouring Thee, of Thee do honour hold On Thy right side Thy Dearest Queen doth stand Richly aray'd in cloth of Ophir gold O Daughter heare what now to Thee is told Mark what Thou hear'st, and what Thou mark'st obey Forget to keep in memory enroll'd The house and folk when first Thou saw'st the day. So in The King, Thy King a deare delight Thy beauty shall both breed, and bred maintain For only hee on thee hath lordly right Him only Thou with awe must entertaine Then unto Thee both Tyrus shall be faine Presents present, and richest Nations moe With humble suite Thy Royall grace to gain To Thee shall do such homage as they owe. This Queen that can the King her Father call Doth only shee in upper garment shine? Nay undercloaths, and what she weareth all Gold is the stuff the Fashion art Divine Brought to the King in Robe embroydred fine Her maids of Honour shall on her attend With such to whom more favour shall assign In nearer place their happy days to spend Brought shall they be with mirth and mariage joy And enter so the Palace of the King Then let no grief Thy mind O Queen annoy Nor parents left Thy sadd remembrance sting Instead of Parents Children Thou shalt bring Of partag'd earth the Kings and Lords to be My self Thy name in lasting verse will sing The World shall make no end of thanks to Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRST THANKSGIVING by SHARON OLDS THE SACHEM OF THE CLOUDS (A THANKSGIVING LEGEND) by ROBERT FROST INVENTORY by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR THE THANKSGIVING IN BOSTON HARBOR [JUNE 12, 1630] by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH THANKSGIVING DAY by LYDIA MARIA CHILD SIGNS OF THE TIMES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS IN NEW ENGLAND [NOVEMBER 19, 1620] by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE PILGRIM FATHERS by JOHN PIERPONT PSALM 104: THE MAJESTY AND MERCY OF GOD by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |
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