HOLINESSE on the head; Light and perfections on the breast; Harmonious bells below, raising the dead, To leade them unto life and rest: Thus are true Aarons drest. Profanenesse in my head; Defects and darknesse in my breast; A noise of passions ringing me for dead Unto a place where is no rest: Poore priest, thus am I drest. Onely another head I have; another heart and breast; Another musick, making live, not dead; Without whom I could have no rest: In him I am well drest. Christ is my onely head; My alone, onely heart and breast; My onely musick, striking me ev'n dead; That to the old man I may rest, And be in him new drest. So, holy in my head; Perfect and light in my deare breast; My doctrine tun'd by Christ, who is not dead, But lives in me while I do rest: Come, people: Aaron's drest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 15 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE DARK VISITOR by ANNE MILLAY BREMER A SONG FOR ANNE by JOAN CAMPBELL |