@3LOVE@1, upon a deep designe How He might poore Wormes combine With his Heavnly Selfe, & twine Dust into a state Divine. Did borrow frailty of a chosen @3Maid@1, And with our Flesh & Blood himselfe array'd. What He once had borrowed, Hee Ment to keep eternally, Yet in debt He would not be Unto poore Humanitie. But e'r He went to Heavn, contrived how To beare it hence, yet leave it still below. Moulded up in @3Mystick Bread@1 And into a @3Chalice@1 shed, @3Flesh & Blood@1 He rendered: Ordering We should be fed With this high Diet, & incorporate Againe wth Him, who had assum'd our State. Bounteous @3Jesu@1, thou hast more Then discharg'd thy loving score: And we, richer then before, Happily find our selves most poor; We never can repay this love of thine; @3God@1 ran in debt, to make Man prove Divine. If our selves our offring be, Thou wantst not Humanitie: Love forstalled halfe what wee With most right might offer Thee. We yeild, Great @3Lord@1, Thou hast subdue'd Us quite, And unto Thee belongs ev'n our @3selfe-right.@1 Surely then We will not spare This Angelik Soveraigne Fare Seing Thine we wholly are. For if still our owne we were How could we venture? But now Thine we be, Make Us as happy as it pleaseth Thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BIANCA AMONG THE NIGHTINGALES by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 28 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING LONE DOG by IRENE RUTHERFORD MCLEOD IDYLL 11. THE CYCLOPS by THEOCRITUS QUATRAIN: HERRICK by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE HOLLYHOCKS by CRAVEN LANGSTROTH BETTS |