Oh! Good, Good, Good, my Lord. What more Love yet. Thou dy for mee! What, am I dead in thee? What did Deaths arrow shot at me thee hit? Didst slip between that flying shaft and mee? Didst make thyselfe Deaths marke shot at for mee? So that her Shaft shall fly no far than thee? Di'dst dy for mee indeed, and in thy Death Take in thy Dying thus my death the Cause? And lay I dying in thy Dying breath, According to Graces Redemption Laws? If one did dy for all, it needs must bee That all did dy in one, and from death free. Infinities fierce firy arrow red Shot from the splendid Bow of Justice bright Did smite thee down, for thine. Thou art their head. They di'de in thee. Their death did on thee light. They di'de their Death in thee, thy Death is theirs. Hence thine is mine, thy death my trespass clears. How sweet is this: my Death lies buried Within thy Grave, my Lord, deep under ground, It is unskin'd, as Carrion rotten Dead. For Grace's hand gave Death its deadly wound. Deaths no such terrour on th'Saints blesst Coast. Its but a harmless Shade: No walking Ghost. The Painter lies: the Bellfrey Pillars weare A false Effigies now of Death, alas! With empty Eyeholes, Butter teeth, bones bare And spraggling arms, having an Hour Glass In one grim paw. Th'other a Spade doth hold To shew deaths frightfull region under mould. Whereas its Sting is gone: its life is lost. Though unto Christless ones it is most Grim Its but a Shade to Saints whose path it Crosst, Or Shell or Washen face, in which she sings Their Bodies in her lap a Lollaboy And sends their Souls to sing their Masters joy. Lord let me finde Sin, Curse and Death that doe Belong to me ly slain too in thy Grave. And let thy law my clearing hence bestow And from these things let me acquittance have. The Law suffic'de: and I discharg'd, Hence sing Thy praise I will over Deaths Death, and Sin. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETRAYAL by HESTER H. CHOLMONDELEY EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: BOMBER IN LONDON by RUDYARD KIPLING THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 71. THE CHOICE (1) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE MULBERRY GARDEN: CHILD AND MAIDEN by CHARLES SEDLEY AN UNANSWERABLE APOLOGY FOR THE RICH by MARY BARBER BLAKE'S APOLOGY FOR HIS CATALOGUE by WILLIAM BLAKE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 32 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |