Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PREPAPATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 30, by EDWARD TAYLOR


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First Line: The daintiest draught thy pencil ever drew
Last Line: New glory then shall to thyselfe arise.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature


The Daintiest Draught thy Pensill ever Drew:
The finest vessell, Lord, thy fingers fram'de:
The statelist Palace Angells e're did view,
Under thy Hatch betwixt Decks here Contain'd
Broke, marred, spoild, undone, Defild doth ly
In Rubbish ruinde by thine Enemy.

What Pittie's this? Oh Sunshine Art! What Fall?
Thou that more Glorious wast than glories Wealth!
More Golden far than Gold! Lord, on whose Wall
Thy scutchons hung, the Image of thyselfe!
Its ruinde, and must rue, though Angells should
To hold it up heave while their Heart Strings hold.

But yet thou stem of Davids stock when dry
And shrivled held, although most green was lopt
Whose sap a sovereign Sodder is, whereby
The breach repared is in which its dropt.
Oh Gracious Twig! thou Cut off? bleed rich juyce
T'Cement the Breach, and Glories shine reduce?

Oh Lovely One! how doth thy Loveliness
Beam through the Chrystall Casements of the Eyes
Of Saints, and Angells sparkling Flakes of Fresh
Heart Ravishing Beauty, filling up their joyes?
And th'Divells too; if Envies Pupills stood
Not peeping there these sparkling Rayes t'exclude?

Thou Rod of Davids Root, Branch of his Bough
My Lord, repare thy Palace, Deck thy Place.
I'm but a Flesh and Blood bag: Oh! do thou
Still, Plate, Ridge, Rib, and Rafter me with Grace.
Renew my Soule, and guild it all within:
And hang thy saving Grace on ery Pin.

My Soule, Lord, make thy Shining Temple, pave
Its Floore all o're with Orient Grace: thus guild
It o're with Heavens gold: Its Cabbins have
Thy Treasuries with Choicest thoughts up filld.
Pourtray thy Glorious Image round about
Upon thy Temple Walls within, and Out.

Garnish thy Hall with Gifts, Lord, from above
With that Rich Coate of Male thy Righteousness,
Truths Belt, the Spirits Sword, the Buckler Love
Hopes Helmet, and the Shield of Faith kept fresh.
The Scutchons of thy Honour make my Sign
As Garland Tuns are badges made of Wine.

New mould, new make me thus, me new Create
Renew in me a spirit right, pure, true.
Lord make me thy New Creature, then new make
All things to thy New Creature here anew,
New Heart, New thoughts, New Words, New wayes likewise.
New Glory then shall to thyselfe arise.





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