Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 6, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I fain would praise thee, lord, but finde black sin Last Line: When thy rich grace shall be my hearty phrase. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
I fain would praise thee, Lord, but finde black Sin, To stain my Tunes my Virginalls to spoile. Fetch out the same with thy red blood and bring My Heart in kilter, and my Spirits oyle. My Theme is rich: my Skill is poore untill Thy Spirit makes my hand its holy quill. I spy thyselfe, as Golden Bosses fixt On Bible Covers, shine in Types out bright, Of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, where's immixt Their streaming Beames of Christ displaying Light. Jacobs now jog my pen, whose golden rayes Do of thyselfe advance an holy blaze. His Name as Jacob, saith there's stow'd in thee All Wisdom to mentain all Pious Skill And that the Divells Heels should tript up bee By thee alone, thou dost his brains out spill. The Name of Israel in Scutcheons shows Thou art Gods Prince to batter down his Foes. His Fathers blessing him, shews thou camest down Full of thy Fathers blessing: and his Griefe That thou shouldst be a man of Grief: a Crown Of Thorns thou wer'st to purchase us reliefe. Isr'el by Joseph's had to Egypt, and Joseph thee thither, and from thence did hand. Jacob doth from his Father go and seek A Spouse and purchasd by his service two. Thou from thy Father came'st thy Spouse most meek Of Jews, and Gentiles down to purchase, Wooe And gain, and as Twelve Stems did from him bud Thou twelve Apostles sentst, the Church to stud. In all those Typick Lumps of Glory I Spy thee the Gem made up of all their shine Which from them all in thickest glory fly And twist themselves into this Gem of thine. And as the Shine thereof doth touch my heart, Joy sincks my Soule seeing how rich thou art. How rich art thou? How poore am I of Love To thee, when all this Glory at my Doore Stands knocking for admission: and doth shove To ope't, and Cabbinet in't all her Store? Make Love inflamed rise, and all entwine About Thyselfe her Object all in Shine. Lord pardon mee, my Sin, and all my trash: And bring my Soule in Surges of rich flame Of love to thee. I truely Envie dash Upon my selfe, my hidebound selfe for shame, I fain would prize and praise thee, but do sende My Flame up smootherd by a Carnall minde. Oh! blow my Coale with thy blesst Bellows till It Glow, and send Loves hottest Steams on thee. I shall be warm; and thou mine arms shalt fill And mine Embraces shall thy Worship bee. I'le sacrifice to thee my Heart in praise, When thy Rich Grace shall be my hearty Phrase. | 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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