Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 157 (B), by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: How blest am I having so blesst a lord Last Line: All heaven ore sweet praise on ery string. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
How Blest am I having so blesst a Lord If I improve in blessedness a right He loves me so that he doth mee afford A Banquet such that none can make the like. Its not a single meate but certainly It life mentains and that eternally. The sweetest dainties that were ever disht On any Table by Best Cookery In Heavens made. Its Mannah true, a feast The holy Angells with your praises joy That in the golden Pot kept in the Arke Was but black smoke to this of Graces Art. Ground in Gods mill in heaven, finest floure Made into Pasty Paste, the Holy * * * Filld with the Paschall Mutton, spice on it showers Bakt in the Backhouse of Free Graces Craft, Serv'd up in Gospell Chargers pure and bright By shining Angells, waiting all in White. This Grist of Mannah ground in Gods sweet mill When bolted in Christ's pure fine Tiffiny And drest in various Dishes by's Cook's skill In glorious shine at the Epiphany, That of the Mannahs wheat's mere grudgens bakt But this Christs Banquet's all of Sugar Cake. This Meate and Drink is best ten thousand fold Of th'Paschall Mutton the fattest of the Flock Cookt up by Grace in Chargers all of Gold. This Banquits Fare, it's Christ himself, the Rock Is Wisdoms rost meat rost in graces sops Whose Dripping, Saints their bisket in't do sop. The sweetest dainties cookt most graciously Is truly * * * spiced Mess And tis the Holy Ghost sweet * * * This is the Banquets * * * Christ * * * The liquour at this table's juyce of the Vine Far richer spirit than the Cana wine. This Drinke here drunk is Zions water red It is the Blood of the Grape that * * * In Gods sweet Vineyard on that noblest * * * The true true Vine; from this press grape * * * What wine is this? it's bled out of Christ's side Tapt by the speare, Doth always best abide. Oh! what a banquets here? Saints are its Guests, Angells the servitors * * * all on th' Best The Holy Ghosts spice seasons every * * * And by the King of Glory it is blesst All things hereof super superlative All graces in the Guests hereby much make. Hence banquet me my Lord here mongst thy Feast And load my Trencher with his choicest Fare And let my golden Beker too at least Be blesst with thy blest Wine beyond Compare And then my Violl shall this * * * wing All Heaven ore sweet praise on ery string. | 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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