Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, UPON THE SWEEPING FLOOD, by EDWARD TAYLOR

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UPON THE SWEEPING FLOOD, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: O! That I'd had a tear to've quenched that flame
Last Line: Their excrements upon our lofty heads.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature

Oh! that Id had a tear to've quencht that flame
Which did dissolve the Heavens above
Into those liquid drops that Came
To drown our Carnall love.
Our cheeks were dry and eyes refusde to weep.
Tears bursting out ran down the skies darke Cheek.

Were th'Heavens sick? must wee their Doctors bee
And physick them with pills, our sin?
To make them purg and Vomit, see,
And Excrements out fling?
We've griev'd them by such Physick that they shed
Their Excrements upon our lofty heads.

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