Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 134, by EDWARD TAYLOR


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First Line: Thou fairest of the fairest kinde alive
Last Line: And he will cover thee with's white and red.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature


Thou fairest of the Fairest kinde alive
Thy Beauty doth ascend above Compare
Thy Shining face Super Superlative
Like to Jerusalem most comely fair.
Thy brightness and thy Comeliness shinst like
Most Happy Brides the bravest Beauty bright.

That eye that never did want sight to see,
Nor to see into the Nature of what's seen
Inravisht with thy Beauty's glorious glee.
Hath seen't and sets upon it highst Esteem.
Though by Comparison its not to lower
Its excellence but raise our 'steem on't more.

Oh bright bright Beauty all of glorious Grace
How doth its beams dance on thy Cheeks all cleare
Setting both beauty and terrour on thy face
Pleasant in Christs Eye and terrour to's foes all here
A pleasing Shine to Christ and yet sendst darts
Of Terrour terrifying Wicked hearts.

Hence thou enjoyst a rich Sunshining Grace
Which most bright beams of beauty ere can play
Most gloriously th'alurements of thy face,
Making the same Christ flower knot thereof gay
That in this beautious rich thou reeching stand
That Christ doth Come and take thee by the hand.

And to himselfe presents thee pleasantly
A glorious bride without all Spot or blame
His Eyes and hearts delight eternally
Oh Bride most beautifull of blissfull fame.
The Hearts delight Christ wears thee in his heart
His Eyes delight that ne're doth from thee part.

Thy Beauty is made of Heavenly Paint all Grace
Of Sanctity Holy Within and Out
A Bride most bright for the King of Glorys face
Whose beauty laid in Heavenly Colours about
That ravish doth the Eyes of Angells which
Can't but gaze on't and all amaizd at it pitch.

And lest perchance any wrinckle on it light
Or any freckle on thy beautious face
The Silk and Satin Robes, than milk more white
Oh Christ's own Righteousness o're all hath place.
Hence all thy Beauty fits thee for Christ's Bed
And he will Cover thee with's White and Red.





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