The Poems of Edward Taylor Edited by Donald E. Standford ... With a foreword by Louis L. Martz |
The Preface. |
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The Preface.
SOULLong lookt for Sir! Happy, right Happy Saint.
I long to lay before you my Complaint:
And gain your Counsill: but you're strange: and I
Through backwardness lost opportunity.
SAINT
How is't good Sir: methinks I finde there dart
Some pleasant Hopes of you within my heart.
What is your Rantery declinde, foregone?
Your looks are like the Earth you Tread upon.
SOUL
Its true: I do, and well may look so, too
For worse than mee the world did never show.
My sins are dide in grain: all Grace I lack.
This doth my Soul on tenterhooks enwrack.
Wherefore I Counsill Crave touching my sin
My Want of Grace. Temptations too within.
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