Flosculum Poeticum Poems Divine and Humane, Panegyrical, Satyrical, Ironical. By P. K. [i.e. Peter Ker] |
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A Divine Poem, on the Unparallel'd and Religious Mrs. M. F.
God
said to Jeremy seek out, and find,
A Righteous Man that's of an upright mind
Who seeketh Truth, and Judgment, and for him
I'll freely pardon all Jerusalem.
These are the latter dayes, wherein abound
All Heresies, and Faith can scarce be found:
Yet in this Woman, Mortals all may see
A Demonstration, of Divinity.
In Infancy, all her Acquaintance knew,
She promis'd Fruit, before her Blossome blew,
But when the Vintage of her age drew nigh,
She yeilded Grapes, was ripe in Piety.
Her thoughts are all Seraphick Meditations,
Her words are pure, Divine Ejaculations.
Her workes are such, that in the darkest night,
To wandering Souls they give a joyful light.
She knowes to quote the Scriptures in each part,
As if she had the Bible, all by heart.
Her Heart and Soul, in pray'r and praises pants,
For Faith, that once was given to the Saints.
She in the Truth, resolves to live and die,
And fight the whole World of Apostacy.
A Righteous Man that's of an upright mind
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I'll freely pardon all Jerusalem.
These are the latter dayes, wherein abound
All Heresies, and Faith can scarce be found:
Yet in this Woman, Mortals all may see
A Demonstration, of Divinity.
In Infancy, all her Acquaintance knew,
She promis'd Fruit, before her Blossome blew,
But when the Vintage of her age drew nigh,
She yeilded Grapes, was ripe in Piety.
Her thoughts are all Seraphick Meditations,
Her words are pure, Divine Ejaculations.
Her workes are such, that in the darkest night,
To wandering Souls they give a joyful light.
She knowes to quote the Scriptures in each part,
As if she had the Bible, all by heart.
Her Heart and Soul, in pray'r and praises pants,
For Faith, that once was given to the Saints.
She in the Truth, resolves to live and die,
And fight the whole World of Apostacy.
Then spare us Lord (according to thy Word)
And view this Woman, e'r thou draw thy Sword.
Yet though the World (to us) may seem to lie
Blind in a Mist, of dark Apostacy:
Yet thy all-seeing eye, can see and keep,
More than seven thousand, marked for thy Sheep.
And view this Woman, e'r thou draw thy Sword.
Yet though the World (to us) may seem to lie
Blind in a Mist, of dark Apostacy:
Yet thy all-seeing eye, can see and keep,
More than seven thousand, marked for thy Sheep.
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