O LOVE, how faine my Heart would dye, To live with Thee! But every day Temptations ly In ambushment, & steale my heart away. Surely were I but I, no bait Could from thy gentill Lure invite me: But some Deceit Or other's allwayes ready to delight me. Ah poore Delight, wch does no more But tickle me untill I run From ye safe shore Of Thy Restraint into ye Sea of Sin. Where oh how oft had I been drown'd Had not thy Graces blessed beames Look'd forth & found My shipwrack'd Heart amidst ye helplesse streames. But there thy everwatchfull eye Ope'd wide & shew'd it selfe to Me That fainting I Againe unto ye Shoare my Way might see. Sweet Ray of Love, no Marriner So much salvation ever ought The Polar Star As for my sinking Soule thy Light hath wrought. Confirme thy rescue @3Lord@1, that I No more may feele Temptations spight, Or constantly By thy strong hand repell their treacherous Might. So my Song Shall be long To no praise, but Thine: So my Heart Ne'r shall start Back from being Mine. Mine, yet still At Thy will, For thy will should be Soule, & more Then before @3Selfe@1 was unto Mee. So each Line Shall be fine With thy beauteous Name, Whilst my Muse Doth refuse Vaine @3Pernassu's@1 fame. @3LOVE@1 can be Poetrie, And each verse grow brave Where an Heart Wth true art @3JESUS@1 doth ingrave. Never sound Did rebound From ye Sphears like this: Peace all other Sweets together Musik @3JESUS@1 is. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARY AND GABRIEL by RUPERT BROOKE THE OLD MILL by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH THE MOTHER WATCH by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: BOMBER IN LONDON by RUDYARD KIPLING |