Mundorum Explicatio or, The Explanation of an Hieroglyphical Figure: Wherein are couched the Mysteries of the External, Internal, and Eternal Worlds, shewing the true progress of a Soul from the Court of Jerusalem; from the Adamical fallen state to the Regenerate and Angelical. Being A Sacred Poem, written by S. P. [i.e. Samuel Pordage] |
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Can Man escape such powers as these? can he
In safety sleep? or one poor minute be
Secure? what can defend him from these armes?
Or who repel may Sathan's threat'ned harmes?
Spirits encounter Spirits must: The Light
World, that alone must match the dark Worlds might.
In safety sleep? or one poor minute be
Secure? what can defend him from these armes?
Or who repel may Sathan's threat'ned harmes?
Spirits encounter Spirits must: The Light
World, that alone must match the dark Worlds might.
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The Prince of Love, of Light, of Peace, of Truth,
Beholds poor Man, and his sad state with Ruth:
And tho Man's guilt brought down this sad distresse,
He Love immense doth still to him expresse:
And lest that mighty Wrath his Soul devour,
He will protect him with his mighty Power.
Heav'n's brighter Bands he therefore Convocates,
And thus his Royal Will to them relates.
Beholds poor Man, and his sad state with Ruth:
And tho Man's guilt brought down this sad distresse,
He Love immense doth still to him expresse:
And lest that mighty Wrath his Soul devour,
He will protect him with his mighty Power.
Heav'n's brighter Bands he therefore Convocates,
And thus his Royal Will to them relates.
Blest Princes of this lighter World! and ye
Vast Troops indu'd with immortality!
Know; Man for whom a Paradise we made,
By his own folly is to Wrath betray'd.
He hath deserted us: this happy Realm
Hath lost; now misery doth overwhelm
Him; and our Image in obscurity
Doth buried by the World's grosse Spirit lye.
Wrath's Principle hath poysoned the Earth,
Spoyl'd Paradise with his infectious Breath:
He now triumphs. But what lose we? 'tis Man
That suffers most for his own folly, then
Shall we desert him? leave him to his Foe?
Strict Justice might; but Love cannot do so:
Can fier cool? or can cold Water burn?
No more can I from this my nature turn:
Nor his neglect, nor his strange follies move
May me to Wrath. O no! I still am Love.
My nature cannot change: I pity have;
I must, I will endeavour Man to save.
So long as he my Image doth retain,
Although obscur'd; I'le seek him to regain
To me, and that immortal spark divine,
Shall like the Sun in its fair splendor shine.
Can I the Principle of Wrath dethrone
Out of his heart, and th' out Worlds, he's my own.
Wrath's Principle although he triumphs now,
One day again shall to our Powers bow:
The Earth a Paradise shall be, and then
All things shall turn to Harmony agen:
My Foe shall then be captivate: Man shall
Most happy live upon the outward Ball.
Six dayes first past must be: that principle
Thousands of souls shall to its centre pull
I'th' intrim: I mans nature too must take
My self; and dy, that I wraths power may break:
This I'le effect, such love to man I bear.
We are as strong as wrath; we need not fear;
His fires, our waters shall put out: our Dove
Shall fight his Dragon. Nought's so strong as Love.
Nor Death, nor Hell can conquer it. The wrath
Already sent hath his black Legions forth
Into the Earth. Poor man's in danger; hast
Unto his succour: Let your Troops be plac't
Just opposite unto those teter bands
Which Hells Generalissimo commands.
Vast Troops indu'd with immortality!
Know; Man for whom a Paradise we made,
By his own folly is to Wrath betray'd.
He hath deserted us: this happy Realm
Hath lost; now misery doth overwhelm
Him; and our Image in obscurity
Doth buried by the World's grosse Spirit lye.
Wrath's Principle hath poysoned the Earth,
Spoyl'd Paradise with his infectious Breath:
He now triumphs. But what lose we? 'tis Man
That suffers most for his own folly, then
Shall we desert him? leave him to his Foe?
Strict Justice might; but Love cannot do so:
Can fier cool? or can cold Water burn?
No more can I from this my nature turn:
Nor his neglect, nor his strange follies move
May me to Wrath. O no! I still am Love.
My nature cannot change: I pity have;
I must, I will endeavour Man to save.
So long as he my Image doth retain,
Although obscur'd; I'le seek him to regain
To me, and that immortal spark divine,
Shall like the Sun in its fair splendor shine.
Can I the Principle of Wrath dethrone
Out of his heart, and th' out Worlds, he's my own.
Wrath's Principle although he triumphs now,
One day again shall to our Powers bow:
The Earth a Paradise shall be, and then
All things shall turn to Harmony agen:
My Foe shall then be captivate: Man shall
Most happy live upon the outward Ball.
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Thousands of souls shall to its centre pull
I'th' intrim: I mans nature too must take
My self; and dy, that I wraths power may break:
This I'le effect, such love to man I bear.
We are as strong as wrath; we need not fear;
His fires, our waters shall put out: our Dove
Shall fight his Dragon. Nought's so strong as Love.
Nor Death, nor Hell can conquer it. The wrath
Already sent hath his black Legions forth
Into the Earth. Poor man's in danger; hast
Unto his succour: Let your Troops be plac't
Just opposite unto those teter bands
Which Hells Generalissimo commands.
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