The Poems of Thomas Pestell Edited with an account of his life and work by Hannah Buchan |
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Prayr & Praise.
To worke strong lines & wreath a crowne of baysFor Iesus brows; take fervent Prayr & Praise
That runns & flows, & bears a deeper sence
Then winding verse or ratling eloquence.
It rises first and breaks from hearts of stone
(But not till Aarons rod be struck theron)
Cleft with remorse; then climbs through weeping eyes
With siluer feet transcending farre the skies
To wash his feet whose purpled dropps diuine
Will turne this water into Angells wine
This made of words which are but vapour pent
In forge of flesh, by panting bellows sent
To mixe with mother Ayre, yet this to mee
Shall both a blessing and an honour bee
(Sais god) who calls those things as if they weare
Which are not soe, or doe not so appeare
To vs. & looke how sweet it strikes the sence
When vernall winds inspire their influence
On flowrie meads; so thanks like incense rise
And heaven takes praise as perfum'd sacrifice.
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