@3With his kinde mother who partakes thy woe, Joseph@1 turne backe; see where your child doth sit, Blowing, yea blowing out those sparks of wit, Which himselfe on the Doctors did bestow; The Word but lately could not speake, and loe, It sodenly speakes wonders, whence comes it, That all which was, and all which should be writ, A shallow seeming child, should deeply know? His Godhead was not soule to his manhood, Nor had time mellowed him to this ripenesse, But as for one which hath a long taske, 'tis good, With the Sunne to beginne his businesse, He in his ages morning thus began @3By miracles exceeding power of man.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ANGLER'S SONG by WILLIAM BASSE TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER by JOHN DRYDEN CAELICA: 100 by FULKE GREVILLE MY MISTRESS'S BOOTS by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON FIDELIS by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER BARBARA FRIETCHIE [SEPTEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |