Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 40, by EDWARD TAYLOR


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First Line: Under thy rod, my god, thy smarting rod
Last Line: My musick shall thy praises sweetly bring.
Subject(s): Death - Children; Puritans In Literature; Death - Babies


Under thy Rod, my God, thy smarting Rod,
That hath off broke my James, that Primrose, Why?
Is't for my sin? Or Triall? Dost thou nod
At me, to teach mee? or mee sanctify?
I needed have this hand, that broke off hath
This Bud of Civill, and of Sacred Faith.

But doth my sickness want such remedies,
As Mummy draind out of that Body spun
Out of my bowells first? Must th'Cure arise
Out of the Coffin of a pious son?
Well: so be it. I'le kiss the Rod, and shun
To quarrell at the Stroake. Thy Will be done.

Yet let the Rose of Sharon spring up cleare,
Out of my James his ashes unto mee,
In radient sweet and shining Beames to cheer
My sorrowfull Soule, and light my way to thee.
Let thy Preheminence which, Lord, indeed
Ore all things is, me help in time of need.

Thy Humane nature so divinely ti'de
Unto thy Person all Divine's a Spring
So high advanc'd, that in it doth reside
Preheminence large over ev'ry thing.
Thy Humane flesh with its Perfections shine
So 'bove all others Beauties in their prime.

The like ne're seen in Heaven, nor Earth so broad.
Adorn'd with Graces all, grown ripe in glory.
Thy Person with all Excellency stowd
Perfections shine is lodgd in ev'ry story.
Here all Created, all Creating faire,
And Increated Eminences are.

Here all Preheminence of Offices
Priest, Prophet-King-Hood too, their glorys rise
Conferrd on thee, my Lord, and all their Keyes
That open us thy shining Mysteries
Which do enflame our hearts their heads to run
Under the shining Wings of this bright Sun.

Lord lead my sight to thy Preheminence.
Raise thou in mee right feare of thee thereby.
My Love to thee advance till it Commence
In all Degrees of Love, a Graduate high.
When thy Preheminence doth ply this pin,
My Musick shall thy Praises sweetly bring.





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