Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPAPATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 20, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: View all ye eyes above, this sight which flings Last Line: With my strong wings whose feathers are thine own. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
View all ye eyes above, this sight which flings Seraphick Phancies in Chill Raptures high, A Turffe of Clay, and yet bright Glories King From dust to Glory Angell-like to fly. A Mortall Clod immortalizde, behold, Flyes through the Skies swifter than Angells could. Upon the Wings he of the Winde rode in His Bright Sedan, through all the Silver Skies And made the Azure Cloud his Charriot bring Him to the Mountain of Celestiall joyes. The Prince o'th'Aire durst not an Arrow spend While through his Realm his Charriot did ascend. He did not in a Fiery Charriot's Shine, And Whirlewinde, like Elias upward goe. But th'golden Ladders Jasper rounds did climbe Unto the Heavens high from Earth below. Each step trod on a Golden Stepping Stone Of Deity unto his very Throne. Methinks I see Heavens sparkling Courtiers fly, In flakes of Glory down him to attend: And heare Heart Cramping notes of Melody, Surround his Charriot as it did ascend Mixing their Musick making e'ry string More to inravish as they this tune sing. God is Gone up with a triumphant Shout The Lord with sounding Trumpets melodies. Sing Praise, sing Praise, sing Praise, sing Praises out, Unto our King sing praise seraphickwise. Lift up your Heads ye lasting Doore they sing And let the King of Glory Enter in. Art thou ascended up on high, my Lord, And must I be without thee here below? Art thou the sweetest Joy the Heavens afford? Oh! that I with thee was! what shall I do? Should I pluck Feathers from an Angells Wing, They could not waft me up to thee my King. Lend mee thy Wings, my Lord, I'st fly apace. My Soules Arms stud with thy strong Quills, true Faith, My Quills then Feather with thy Saving Grace, My Wings will take the Winde thy Word displai'th. Then I shall fly up to thy glorious Throne With my strong Wings whose Feathers are thine own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE JOY OF CHURCH FELLOWSHIP RIGHTLY ATTENDED by EDWARD TAYLOR GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE PREFACE by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 1 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 32 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 38 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 8 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 3 by EDWARD TAYLOR PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 56 by EDWARD TAYLOR GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: CHRIST'S REPLY by EDWARD TAYLOR GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE JOY OF CHURCH FELLOWSHIP RIGHTLY ATTENDED by EDWARD TAYLOR |
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