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PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: THE RETURN, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Inamoring rayes, thy sparkles, pearle of price
Last Line: Till I sing praise in heaven above with thee.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature


Inamoring Rayes, thy Sparkles, Pearle of Price
Impearld with Choisest Gems, their beams Display
Impoysoning Sin, Guilding my Soule with Choice
Rich Grace, thy Image bright, making me pray,
Oh! that thou Wast on Earth below with mee
Or that I was in Heaven above with thee.

Thy Humane Frame, with Beauty Dapled, and
In Beds of Graces pald with golden layes,
Lockt to thy Holy Essence by thy hand,
Yields Glances that enflame my Soul, that sayes
Oh! that thou wast on Earth below with mee!
Or that I was in Heaven above with thee.

All Love in God, and's Properties Divine
Enam'led are in thee: thy Beauties Blaze
Attracts my Souls Choice golden Wyer to twine
About thy Rose-sweet selfe. And therefore prayes
Oh! that thou wast on Earth below with mee!
Or, that I was in Heaven above with thee.

A Magazeen of Love: Bright Glories blaze:
Thy Shine fills Heaven with Glory; Smile Convayes
Heavens Glory in my Soule, which it doth glaze
All ore with amoring Glory; that she sayes,
Oh! that thou wast on Earth below with mee!
Or, that I was in Heaven above with thee!

Heavens Golden Spout thou art where Grace most Choice
Comes Spouting down from God to man of Clay.
A Golden Stepping Stone to Paradise
A Golden Ladder into Heaven! I'l pray
Oh! that thou wast on Earth below with mee
Or that I was in Heaven above with thee.

Thy Service is my Freedom Pleasure, Joy,
Delight, Bliss, Glory, Heaven on Earth, my Stay,
In Gleams of Glory thee to glorify.
But oh! my Dross and Lets. Wherefore I say
Oh! that thou wast on Earth below with mee:
Or that I was in Heaven above with thee.

If off as Offall I be put, if I
Out of thy Vineyard Work be put away:
Life would be Death: my Soule would Coffin'd ly,
Within my Body; and no longer pray
Oh! that thou wast on Earth below with mee:
But that I was in Heaven above with thee.

But I've thy Pleasant Pleasant Presence had
In Word, Pray're, Ordinances, Duties; nay,
And in thy Graces, making me full Glad,
In Faith, Hope, Charity, that I do say,
That thou hast been on Earth below with mee.
And I shall be in Heaven above with thee.

Be thou Musician, Lord, Let me be made
The well tun'de Instrument thou dost assume.
And let thy Glory be my Musick plaide.
Then let thy Spirit keepe my Strings in tune,
Whilst thou art here on Earth below with mee
Till I sing Praise in Heaven above with thee.





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