Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 75, by EDWARD TAYLOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Oh! Strange, my lord. Here's reason at a set Last Line: I'll sing thy glorious praise in ery room. Subject(s): Puritans In Literature | ||||||||
Oh! Strang, my Lord. Here's reason at a set. Run out of 'ts Wits, construing Grace's Style. Nay Shining Angells in an holy fret Confounded are, to see our Bodies Vile Made Cabinets of Sparkling Gems that far Out shine the brightest shining heavenly Star. Mudd made with Muscadine int' mortar Rich, Dirt wrought with Aqua-Vitae for a Wall Built all of Precious Stones laid in it, Which Is with leafe gold bespangled, 'maizes all. Yet this Amaizment's scarce a minutes Sise Compar'd unto the matter 'fore our eyes. Here is a Mudwall tent, whose Matters are Dead Elements, which mixt make dirty trade: Which with Life Animall are wrought up faire A Living mudwall by Gods holy Spade. Yet though a Wall alive all spruice, and crouce Its Base, and Vile. And baseness keeps its House. Nature's Alembick 't is, Its true: that stills The Noblest Spirits terrene fruits possess, Yet, oh! the Relicks in the Caldron will Proove all things else, Guts, Garbage, Rotteness. And all its pipes but Sincks of nasty ware That foule Earths face, and do defile the aire. A varnisht pot of putrid excrements, And quickly turns to excrements itselfe, By natures Law: but, oh! there therein tents A sparke immortall and no mortall elfe. An Angell bright here in a Swine Sty dwell! What Lodge of Wonders's this? What tongue can tell? But, oh! how doth this Wonder still encrease? The Soule Creeps in't. And by it's too defil'd. Are both made base, and vile, can have no peace Without, nor in: and's of its Shine beguil'd. And though this Spirit in it dwells yet here Its glory will not dwell with such sad geere. Both grac'd together, and disgrac'd. Sad Case. What now becomes of Gods Electing Love? This now doth raise the Miracle apace, Christ doth step in, and Graces Art improove. He kills the Leprosy that taints the Walls: And sanctifies the house before it falls. And nature here, though mean and base beside, With marks and Stains of Sin, and Sin not dead, Though mortifi'de and dying, in't reside, With Graces precious Pearls its flourished. And in our bodies very vile and base Christ hath enthron'de all sanctifying Grace. That these dark Cells, and Mudwalld Tents defild, With nastiness should Cabinets be made For th'Choicest Pearls in Glories ring enfoild Out shining all the shining starry trade. Its glorious Wonders, wrought by Graces hand, Whereat bright Angells all amaized stand. Oh! make my Body, Lord, Although its vile, Thy Warehouse where Grace doth her treasures lay. And Cleanse the house and ery Room from Soile. Deck all my Rooms with thy rich Grace I pray. If thy free Grace doth my low tent, perfume, I'll sing thy Glorious praise in ery room. | 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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