TIS not thine @3Alexandrian@1 Seat, Though faire & great That can conteine ye fame Of Thy illustrious Name, Nor may @3Venitian@1 Triumphs satisfie The debt ye world ows thy dear Memorie. The furthest Isles, Great Saint must pay Their part to Day: The Sunns all-piercing Eye No climate can descrie Remov'd beyond ingagement unto Thee, For Light much fairer then from Him they see. Our @3England@1 all innobled by The Historie Of Blisse & Heavnly Light, Which thy faire Pen did write, Must eccho back with English Pens & Toungs The bounden dutie of her thankfull Songs. For surely from a @3Cherubs@1 wing, Or some such thing, Thou pluck'st that Noble Quill Which writeth Heavn as well And true as @3Cherubs@1 sing it, which displaies That very JESUS, whom their Anthems praise. Faire it displaies Him; We who were Muffled up here In mists of Death & in The gloomy shades of sin, Have seen his Sweet and all-refreshing East Set ope a Wondrous Day in this our West. We read thy Book, & reading kisse Those leaves of Blisse And unto Him appeale; Whom they to Us reveale To help our Thanks: onely that King of glory Whom Thou recordest, can reward thy Story. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRAND ARMY PLAZA by KAREN SWENSON THE VANTAGE POINT by ROBERT FROST DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SIBYLLA'S DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE BATTLE OF LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN [NOVEMBER 24, 1863] by GEORGE HENRY BOKER SECOND OPINION by STEPHEN CUSHMAN TO THE PLIOCENE SKULL by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE BROOK; AN IDYL: THE BROOK'S SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON |