A transcript of Edward Taylor's Metrical History of Christianity by Donald E. Stanford | ||
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The Shine of Justice
Justice that dorment seemd to ly up starts
As waken'd at these screeches, casts her Eyes
Out from her Dormon Window. Now it darts
Its fiery beames and from her Chamber flies
And to this darksome age she doth thus say
Hoe, hoe, my Glory comes to tend your day.
As waken'd at these screeches, casts her Eyes
Out from her Dormon Window. Now it darts
Its fiery beames and from her Chamber flies
And to this darksome age she doth thus say
Hoe, hoe, my Glory comes to tend your day.
Her glory's bright in all those Cruelties
Whereby this Age Phlebotomized stands
By Persecution for in apish guise
Religion now is minted, freckled, tan'd,
Now superstition, yea, and Wickedness
Do mantle it, as Court and Churchmens dress.
Whereby this Age Phlebotomized stands
By Persecution for in apish guise
Religion now is minted, freckled, tan'd,
Now superstition, yea, and Wickedness
Do mantle it, as Court and Churchmens dress.
A transcript of Edward Taylor's Metrical History of Christianity by Donald E. Stanford | ||