Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 72, by EDWARD TAYLOR


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First Line: Enoculate into my mentall eye
Last Line: And on my bells thine honour chimed shall bee.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature


Enoculate into my mentall Eye
The Visive Spirits of the Holy Ghost
My Lord, that I may see the Dignity
Of thy bright Honour in thy heavenly Coast
Thou art deckt with as Sunshine bright displaid
That makes bright Angells in it, cast a Shade.

Enrich my Phansy with Seraphick Life,
Enquicknd nimbly to catch the Beams
Thy Honour flurs abroad: in joyous Strife
To make sweet Musick on such Happy Themes.
That in such Raptures, and Transports of joy,
To Honour kings I may my Phansy 'ploy.

At God's Right Hand! Doth God mans parts enjoy?
This with Infinity can never stande.
Yet so God sayes, His Son to Dignify
In manhood, said, sit at my right hand.
The manhood thus a brighter Honour bears
By Deity than Deity ere wares.

The Splendor of the matter of each Story
Of th'Heavenly Palace Hall all brightend cleare,
The Presence Chamber of the King of Glory
Common with thee, to Saints and Angells there.
They share with thee in this Celestiall Shine.
Although their Share is lesser far than thine.

Yet they in all this glorious Splendor bright,
So many Suns like, shining on each other,
Encreasing each's glory, fall down right
To kiss thy feet, whose Shine this glorie Covers.
Their brightest Shine, in Glory's highest Story,
Is t'stand before thee in thy bright-bright glory.

Thy Honour brightens theirs, as't on theirs falls.
Its Royall Honour thou inheritst, Cleare,
A Throne of Glory in bright glories Hall:
At Gods right Hand thou sits enthroned there.
The Highest Throne in brightest glory thou
Enjoyest. Saints, and Angels 'fore thee bow.

Come down, bright Angells, Now I claim my place.
My nature hath more Honour due, than yours:
Mine is Enthron'de at Gods Right-Hand, through Grace.
This Grace for mine and not for yours, endures.
Yours is not there, unless in part of mine,
As Species in their Genus do combine.

Hence make my Life, Lord, keep thine Honour bright.
And let thine Honour brighten mee by grace.
And make thy Grace in mee, thee honour right.
And let not mee thy Honour ere deface.
Grant me the Honour then to honour thee
And on my Bells thine Honour chimed shall bee.





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