Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 25, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Guilty, my lord, what can I more declare? Last Line: And then ile sing thy praise in better strain. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
Guilty, my Lord, What can I more declare? Thou knowst the Case, and Cases of my Soule. A Box of tinder: Sparks that falling o're Set all on fire, and worke me all in Shoals. A Pouch of Passion is my Pericarde. Sparks fly when ere my Flint and Steele strike hard. I am a Dish of Dumps: yea ponderous dross, Black blood all clotted, burdening my heart, That Anger's anvill, and my bark bears moss. My Spirits soakt are drunke with blackish Art. If any Vertue stir, it is but feeble. Th'Earth Magnet is, my heart's the trembling needle. My Mannah breedeth Worms: Thoughts fly blow'd are. My heart's the Temple of the God of Flies. My Tongue's an Altar of forbidden Weare Fansy a foolish fire enflam'd by toys Perfum'de with reeching Offerings of Sins Whose steaming reechs delight hobgoblings. My Lord, is there no help for this with thee? Must I abuse, and be abused thus? There Morn, and Even Sacrifices bee: To cleans the Sins of Day, and Night from us. Christ is the Lamb: my Pray're each morn and night As Incense offer I up in thy Sight. My morn, and evening Sacrifice I bring With Incense sweet upon mine Altar Christ, With Oyle and Wine two quarters of an Hin With flower for a Meat Offering all well spic'dt, On bended knees, with hands that tempt the Skies. This is each day's atoning Sacrifice. And thou the Sabbath settledst at the first And wilt continue it till last. Wherefore, Who strike down Gospell Sabbaths are accurst. Two Lambs, a Meat, and Drinke offering God more Conferd on it than any other Day As types the Gospell Sabbaths to display. Here is Atonement made: and Spirituall Wine Pourd out to God: and Sanctified Bread From Heaven's givn us: What! shall we decline With God Communion, thus to be fed? This Heavenly fare will make true Grace to thrive. Such as deny this thing are not alive. I'le tend thy Sabbaths: at thine Altar feed. And never make thy type a nullitie. The Ceremonies cease, but yet the Creede Contained therein, continues gospelly, That make my feeble Spirits will grow frim. Hence I in Sabbath Service love to swim. My Vespers, and my Mattins Ile attend: My Sabbath Service carry on I will. Atoning Efficacy God doth send To Sinners in this path, and grace here stills. Still this on me untill I glory Gain. And then Ile sing thy praise in better Strain. | 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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