A paraphrase upon the canticles and some select hymns of the New and Old Testament, with other occasional compositions in English verse. By Samuel Woodford |
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The Flight.
I
No wonder, Soul, thou so admir'st a Verse,And countst thy self in its Possession brave;
For 'tis, what e're thou canst desire to have,
On this side Heav'n, but more to make, than to rehearse.
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'Tis th' end of Preaching, Loves best Exercise,The Quintessence of Prayer, Praises refin'd;
A Change exstatic into th' Heav'nly Mind,
And on whose soaring Wings above the World I rise.
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O, could I always stay where 't first sets me!How naked looking down would th' World appear!
Its Joys how empty, and how vain its Fear;
Another flight would make me leave Mortality.
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For as the sealed Dove so high does towre;That i'th' pure Air at last it flying dies;
So should I mount too, and above the Skies,
Rapt to th' Etern aboads unfeel my dying Hour.
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But I must live still, and my flight to bound,Till truly seal'd, there something, Lord, will be;
Some Work of Thine be' it, be it but a Tree,
Eve'n there I nearer Heav'n shall rest, than on the Ground.
22. Jan. 1671–2. noctu.
Exsurrexi & adhuc sum tecum
| A paraphrase upon the canticles | |