If faithfull soules be alike glorifi'd As Angels, then my fathers soule doth see, And adds this even to full felicitie, That valiantly I hels wide mouth o'rstride: But if our mindes to these soules be descry'd By circumstances, and by signes that be Apparent in us, not immediately, How shall my mindes white truth by them be try'd? They see idolatrous lovers weepe and mourne, And vile blasphemous Conjurers to call On Jesus name, and Pharisaicall Dissemblers feigne devotion. Then turne O pensive soule, to God, for he knowes best Thy true griefe, for he put it in my breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES SUPREME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GULF by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: LOVERIDGE CHASE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A LETTER ON THE USE OF MACHINE GUNS AT WEDDINGS by KENNETH PATCHEN CONRAD AT TWILIGHT by JOHN CROWE RANSOM |