Under thy Rod, my God, thy smarting Rod, That hath off broke my James, that Primrose, Why? Is't for my sin? Or Triall? Dost thou nod At me, to teach mee? or mee sanctify? I needed have this hand, that broke off hath This Bud of Civill, and of Sacred Faith. But doth my sickness want such remedies, As Mummy draind out of that Body spun Out of my bowells first? Must th'Cure arise Out of the Coffin of a pious son? Well: so be it. I'le kiss the Rod, and shun To quarrell at the Stroake. Thy Will be done. Yet let the Rose of Sharon spring up cleare, Out of my James his ashes unto mee, In radient sweet and shining Beames to cheer My sorrowfull Soule, and light my way to thee. Let thy Preheminence which, Lord, indeed Ore all things is, me help in time of need. Thy Humane nature so divinely ti'de Unto thy Person all Divine's a Spring So high advanc'd, that in it doth reside Preheminence large over ev'ry thing. Thy Humane flesh with its Perfections shine So 'bove all others Beauties in their prime. The like ne're seen in Heaven, nor Earth so broad. Adorn'd with Graces all, grown ripe in glory. Thy Person with all Excellency stowd Perfections shine is lodgd in ev'ry story. Here all Created, all Creating faire, And Increated Eminences are. Here all Preheminence of Offices Priest, Prophet-King-Hood too, their glorys rise Conferrd on thee, my Lord, and all their Keyes That open us thy shining Mysteries Which do enflame our hearts their heads to run Under the shining Wings of this bright Sun. Lord lead my sight to thy Preheminence. Raise thou in mee right feare of thee thereby. My Love to thee advance till it Commence In all Degrees of Love, a Graduate high. When thy Preheminence doth ply this pin, My Musick shall thy Praises sweetly bring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOU ARE FIRE EATERS by MARIANNE MOORE THE RED TURTLENECK by KAREN SWENSON NAPEOLON'S FAREWELL; FROM THE FRENCH by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE WOOD-CUTTERS WIFE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE COMPLAINT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN BLACKBIRDS by CLARA EXLINE BOCKOVEN |