Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 38, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: If that my power was answerable to Last Line: My tune's to thee al-tashcheth mictam sweet. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
If that my Power was answerable to My minde, my Lord, my little mite would rise With something in its hand of Worth to 'stow And send to thee through the bright azure Skies. For next unto Infinity, I finde Its Love unto thyselfe of boundless kinde. Its Love, Desire, Esteem of thee all scorn Confining limits, whose Dimensions stand Immeasurable, but my Power's down born, Its impotency; Cannot heave a Sand Over a Straw, that all the fruites my Will Can e're produce can't * * * or one Sin kill. This Wracks my heart, and low my person layes And rowles mee in the dust at thoughts hereon. That thou, who dost deserve all glorious praise Should with an Empty Will, whose power is none Be paid, indeed; But yet, (O pardon mee) I want a power, not will to honour thee. Thou Wisdom art, Wisdom's the heads Chiefe thing, Thou the Beginning art of Gods Creation. And therefore art of Excellence the Spring And the Beginning of all Holy Station. First born from th'Dead: Sun like thy Excellence All Good things doth like Sunbeames forth dispense. All Love, and Praise, all Service, Honour bright From all the Sons of men is but thy due. Thou their beginning art: they and their might Should sing thy glory out and it forth show. But, oh my Shame, I have no Power nor Skill To do the Same, onely an Empty Will. But, O my Lord, thou the Beginning art, Begin to draw afresh thine Image out In Shining Colours, on my Life, and Heart Begin anew thy foes in mee to route. Begin again to breize upon my Soule Breize after brieze untill I touch the goale. Thou the Beginning art of Order, and Art Head of Principalities and Power Archont of Kings, Archangell to the Band Of Angells, and Archangells in their flower. Thou art, Lord, Principall: whose Beings run And all best things, like Sun beames from the Sun. Be ever, Lord beginning till I end, At carrying on thine Intrest in my Soule. For thy beginning will my marrd minde mende And make it pray Lord, take mee for thy tole. If mee as Wheate thy Tole-Dish doth once greet My tune's to thee Al-tashcheth Mictam Sweet. | 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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