AND surely @3Lord@1 Thou knowest best, Who didst that Fornace make; Though venturous damning Men contest, And thy Decrees doe break. O why should Wee ordeine that Fire For Man, which Thou at first For Devills kindle'st, & conspire With them to be accurst! Fire of another mixture Thou For Man prepared hast, More hot then that in Hell below, And which as long may last: Delitious Fire, whose fuell is Thine owne all-sweetning Graces, Flames of eternall Love & blisse Of ravishing Imbraces. And that we might be sure to be Its Sacrifices, Thou Thy Selfe didst kindly come & see It kindled heer below. Whence, when Thou wert returned, Thou Thy potent Spirit didst give, Which on our Hearts mightst breathe & blow And keep ye Fire alive. What couldst Thou more! If we reject Our proper @3FLAMES@1, sure none But that @3STRANGE FIRE@1 we can expect; For burne we must in One. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN MOVEMENT by CARL SANDBURG MY MOTHER'S BIBLE by GEORGE POPE MORRIS THE PORTRAIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI FLORAL DECORATIONS FOR BANANAS by WALLACE STEVENS THE HIGHER PANTHEISM by ALFRED TENNYSON |