Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 29, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: My shattred phancy stole away from mee Last Line: Thy glory then I'le make my fruits and crop. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
My shattred Phancy stole away from me, (Wits run a Wooling over Edens Parke) And in Gods Garden saw a golden Tree. Whose Heart was All Divine, and gold its barke: Whose glorious limbs and fruitfull branches strong With Saints, and Angells bright are richly hung. Thou! Thou! my Deare-Deare Lord, art this rich Tree: The Tree of Life within Gods Paradise. I am a Withred Twig, dri'de, fit to bee A Chat Cast in thy fire, writh off by Vice. Yet if thy Milkwhite Gracious Hand will take mee, And grafft mee in this golden stock, thou'lt make mee. Thou'lt make me then its Fruite and Branch to spring. And though a nipping Eastwinde blow, and all Hells Nymphs with spite their Dog's sticks thereat ding To Dash the Grafft off, and its fruit to fall, Yet I shall stand thy Grafft, and Fruits that are Fruits of the Tree of Life thy Grafft shall beare. I being grafft in thee, there up do stand In us Relations all that mutuall are. I am thy Patient, Pupill, Servant, and Thy Sister, Mother, Doove, Spouse, Son, and Heire: Thou art my Priest, Physician, Prophet, King, Lord, Brother, Bridegroom, Father, Ev'rything. I being grafft in thee am graffted here Into thy Family and kindred Claim To all in Heaven: God, Saints, and Angells there. I thy Relations my Relations name. Thy Father's mine, thy God my God, and I With Saints and Angells draw Affinity. My Lord, what is it that thou dost bestow? The Praise on this account fills up and throngs Eternity brimfull, doth overflow The Heavens vast with rich Angelick Songs. How should I blush? how Tremble at this thing, Not having yet my gamut, learn'd to sing. But, Lord, as burnish's Sun Beams forth out fly, Let Angell-Shine forth in my life out flame, That I may grace thy gracefull Family, And not to thy Relations be a Shame. Make mee thy Grafft, be thou my Golden Stock: Thy Glory then I'le make my fruits and Crop. | 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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