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First Line: My search, my lord, now having passed o'er
Last Line: The glory of thy legs and golden feet.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature


My Search, my Lord, now having passed o're
The province of my Soule, to finde some geere
That for thyselfe is fit to set before
And Wellcome thee withall, But no good Cheare
I in my Cogitations Orb can finde:
Whose limits are too little for my minde.

My barren Heart is such an hungry Soile
No Fruits it yields meet for thyselfe, my King,
Either for food or Raiment, but defile
What they come nigh. Parden then, what I bring.
Fain I would brighten bright thy glory, but
Do feare my Muse will thy bright glory smoot.

Thy Spirits Pensill hath thy Glory told
And I do stut, commenting on the Same,
While some bright flashes of thy glory, Would
If touch my Windows, guild my glasses flame.
This Pensill Rapts thee up in Glorys fold
From thy gold head quite to thy Feet of gold.

Thy legs like Marble Pillars streight strong, bright,
Do beare and Carry all thy Bodie too,
That founded are upon thy Feet upright
As golden Socks or Sockets, Tressles true
Do fitly hold out that strong might of thine
That bears up, and mentains thy Realm and'ts Shine.

They shew thy mighty Strength, that doth mentain
Thy Kingdom's Upright, Stately, Welthy, and
Majesticke Righteous, Glorious right and Gain,
All Conquering and Evermore shall stand,
And though thy Marble legs with feet of gold
Treade on the dirty ground, most pure they hold.

Thy Marble Pillar-Legs on golden Feet
Beare up and Carry on thy Realm in State.
Among thy golden Candlesticks most sweet
Thou Walkst thereon and breakst all that thee hate.
These are the Pounderall wherewith thy foe
Whether Sins, or Divells dasht to pieces goe.

O! let these marble legs and golden feet
That do uphold, and Carry on aright
Thy blessed kingdom as it is most meet
And make its shining glory shine most bright
And make my heart unlock its box of Wealth
And thence its Love, thy treasure, send thyselfe.

Oh! that this Stately, Wealthy Glorious Might
Of thine, my Lord, inchant my heart might so
That all my heart and hearty Love most right
Leap thence and lodge might in thy heart and go
And on thy golden head sit singing sweet
The Glory of thy Legs and golden feet.





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