THE @3Sabbath@1 now Can a more ample Title show Unto its Rest since God againe Doth now refraine And cease his Work, a Work much more Laborious then He rested from before. The Frame & fashion Of this huge bulk, ye whole Creation Cost Him no more pains but ye speaking For its whole making: But now its dear Redemption stood Him in his Groanes, his Sweat, his utmost Blood. His weary Head Rests now at quiet in a Bed Fast sealed up & fortify'd Strongly beside. With a well Armed watch, that none May stir Him till He wake, & rise alone. For Potent He Will teach subdued Death to be Onely a safe & sweet Repose Unto all Those, Who falling into their last sleep Commit themselves into his Hands to keep. O happy Grave! Ne'r could ye Beds of Princes have Such royall honour as We see Layd up in Thee: Not @3Solomons@1 Couch, though Arabie did With all its Sweetest Beds go there to bed. Our Tombs from Thee Shall learne delicious to bee, Safe Cabinets, wherin We may With comfort lay Our weary bones, & rest in hope Till ye Worlds generall Crack shall set them ope. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TANGENTIAL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER WRITTEN FOR MY SON, AND SPOKEN BY HIM AT HIS FIRST PUTTING ON BREECHES by MARY BARBER THE SILLER CROUN by SUSANNA BLAMIRE DREAM SONG: 1 by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR HURRAHING IN HARVEST by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS IN FLANDERS FIELDS by JOHN MCCRAE |