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The Poems of Edward Taylor

Edited by Donald E. Standford ... With a foreword by Louis L. Martz

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101. Meditation. Isai. 24.23. Then shall the Moon be Confounded, and the Sun ashamed when the Lord of host shall rain in Mount Zion—Gloriously.
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101. Meditation. Isai. 24.23. Then shall the Moon be Confounded, and the Sun ashamed when the Lord of host shall rain in Mount Zion—Gloriously.

15.2m [Apr.] 1711.
Glory, thou Shine of Shining things made fine
To fill the Fancy peeping through the Eyes
At thee that wantons with thy glittering Shine
That onely dances on the Outside guise
Yet art the brightest blossom fine things bring
To please our Fancies with and make them sing.
But spare me, Lord, if I while thou dost use
This Metaphor to make thyselfe appeare
In taking Colours, fancy it to Choose
To blandish mine affections with and Cheare
Them with thy glory, ever shining best.
Thus brought to thee so takingly up dresst.
May I but Eye thy Excellency's guise
From which thy glory flows, all sparkling bright
Th'Property of all thy Properties
Being both inside, and their Outside Light
The flowing flakes of brightest glories flame
Would my affections set on fire amain.
Thy Holy Essence, and its Properties
Divine and Human all this Glory ware.

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Thou art Bright Sun Glorie the Beams our Eyes
Are gilded with which from its body are.
Magnetick vertue raising Exhalation
Out of the humble soule unto thy Station.
My blissful Lord, thou and thy properties
And all thy Adjuncts that upon thee throng
Enbedded altogether up arise
And moulded up into a Splenderous Sun
And in thy Kingly Glory out do shine
In Zions mount, outshineing Glories line.
Created Glory dangling on all things
Of brightest sweet breathd flowers and Fields and glaze
The spurred starry Tribes whose sparkling wings
Flur glory down in Shining Beames and Rayes
Do blush and are asham'd of all their grace
Beholding that bright Glory of thy Face.
The Silver Candlesticks of th'heaven bright,
Bearing the Blazing torches round about
The Moon and Sun the Worlds bright Candle's light
These Candles flames thy Glory blows all out.
These Candle flames lighting the World as tapers,
Set in thy Sunshine seem like smokie vapors.
The Glory bright of Glorified Saints
And brightest Glory sparkling out with grace
Comparde with thine my Lord is but as Paint
But glances on them of thy glorious Face.
Its weak reflection of thy glories Shine,
Painting their Walls not to compare with thine.
But, Lord, art thou deckt up in glory thus?
And dost thou in this Glory come and Wooe
To bring our hearts to thee compelling us
With such bright arguments of Glories hew?
Oh! Adamantine Hearts if we withstand
Such taking Charming pleas in Glories hand.

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Thy splendid glory lapt in Graces mantle
Confer on mee Lord, with thy gracious hand.
Let not my feet upon such glory trample
But make me for thee and thy Glory stand.
If that thy Gracious Glory win my Heart
Thy Glory's Grace I'le on Shoshannims harp.