1 His Word confirms the sale: Those sheets enfold my bliss: Eternity itself's the pale Wherein my true estate enclosed is: Each ancient miracle's a seal: Apostles, prophets, martyrs, patriarchs are The witnesses; and what their words reveal, Their written records do declare. All may well wonder such a 'state to see In such a solemn sort settled on me. 2 Did not His Word proclaim My title to th' estate, His works themselves affirm the same By what they do; my wish they antedate. Before I was conceiv'd, they were Allotted for my great inheritance; As soon as I among them did appear They did surround me, to advance My interest and love. Each creature says, 'God made us thine, that we might show His praise.' 3 The services they do, Aloud proclaim them mine; In that they are adapted to Supply my wants; in which they all combine To please and serve me, that I may God, angels, men, fowls, beasts, and fish enjoy, Both in a natural and transcendent way; And to my soul the sense convey Of wisdom, goodness, power, and love divine, Which made them all, and made them to be mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A LECTURE-ROOM by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH ROBERT GOULD SHAW by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON LENDING A PUNCH BOWL by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ON A BUST OF DANTE by THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS DARWINISM by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON THE HOUND OF HEAVEN by FRANCIS THOMPSON A POEM FOR THE SEFIROT AS WHEEL OF LIGHT by NAFTALI BACHARACH AUTUMN WEATHER by KATHARINE LEE BATES AN EPILOGUE TO THE STEALING OF DIONYSOS: IACHOS SPEAKING by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |