1 Balsame, pure Wax, and Chrismes-liquor cleare, Make vp this precious Lamb, I send thee here; All lightning it dispels, and each ill spri'ght, Remedies sinne, and makes the heart contrite. Euen as the bloud that Christ for vs did shed: It helpes the child-beds paines; & giues good speed Vnto the birth; Great gifts it still doth win To all that weare it, and that worthy bin: It quels the rage of fire; and cleanely bore It brings from shipwracke safely to the shore. 2 @3Nola the Bow, and France the shaft did bring: But who shall helpe them to a hempen string?@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WATCHERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE SOLDIER'S PRAYER by ELIZABETH MARGARET CHANDLER ON DONNE'S FIRST POEM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE CHRIST AND THE MOURNERS by KATHERINE ELEANOR CONWAY INFANCY - A FRAGMENT by GEORGE CRABBE THE TWO LOVES by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES |