Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 51, by EDWARD TAYLOR



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PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 51, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: My heart, my lord, 's a naughty thing all o're
Last Line: Compleated in a sense, and sung by mee.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature


My Heart, my Lord, 's a naughty thing all o're:
Yet if renew'd, the best in mee, 't would fain
Find Words to waft thy praises in, ashore,
Suited unto the Excellence in thee.
But easier 't is to hide the Sun up under
Th'black of my naile, than words to weald this Wonder.

Had I Corinthian Brass: nay Amber here
Nay Ophir Gold transparently refinde.
Nay, th'heavenly Orbs all Quintessenced clear,
To do the deed, 't would quite deceive my minde:
Words all run wast, so these a nit may Weigh:
The World in scale, ere I thy wealth display.

Then what doe I, but as the Lady Bee
Doth tune her Musick in her mudd wall Cell:
My Humming so, no musick makes to thee:
Nor can my bagpipes play thy glory well.
Amaizd I stand to see thee all Compleate:
Compleated by a body, thou makst neate.

Thy Church, (what though its matter of it here
Be brightest Saints, and Angells, all Compact
With Spirituall Glow, with grace out shining cleare
And brimfull full of what the World ere lackt)
Whom thou hast filld with all her fulness, shee
Thy fulness is, and so she filleth thee.

Oh! wondrous strange. Angells and Men here are
Incorporated in one body tite.
Two kinds are gain'd into one mortase, fair.
Me tenent in thyselfe my Lord, my Light.
These are thy body: thou their head, we see
Thou fillst them first, then they do fill up thee.

This gracious fulness thus runs to and fro
From thee to them: from them to thee again:
Not as the tides that Ebbe, as well as flow.
The Banks are ever Full, and so remain.
What mystery's here. Thou canst not wanty bee.
Yet wantest them, as sure as they want thee.

Necessity doth in the middle stand
Layes hands on both: constrains the body to
The head and head unto the body's band.
The Head, and Body both together goe.
The Head Compleats the body as its such:
The Body doth Compleate the Head, as much.

Am I a bit, Lord, of thy Body? Oh!
Then I do claim thy Head to be mine own.
Thy Heads sweet Influence let to mee flow,
That I may be thy fulness, full up grown.
Then in thy Churches fullness thou shalt be
Compleated in a Sense, and sung by mee.





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