The Minor Poems of Joseph Beaumont ... Edited from the autograph manuscript with introduction and notes by Eloise Robinson |
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Whitsunday
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Whitsunday
Thy heavnly Kingdome heere below
Now like it selfe Dear Lord doth show,
And needs no Metaphor to tell
How Loftie Things beneath can dwell;
Now thy Celestiall Flames are hither sent
To light ye Stars of Earths new Fermament.
Now like it selfe Dear Lord doth show,
And needs no Metaphor to tell
How Loftie Things beneath can dwell;
Now thy Celestiall Flames are hither sent
To light ye Stars of Earths new Fermament.
How bright they shine! Brave Stars whose Light
Spreads Day upon ye Face of Night!
And gilds ye furthest Shades, which lie
Hid from ye Upper Heavns great Eye.
Coasts to ye glaring Sun unknowne shall say,
Welcome Sweet beams of bright Religious Day.
Spreads Day upon ye Face of Night!
And gilds ye furthest Shades, which lie
Hid from ye Upper Heavns great Eye.
Coasts to ye glaring Sun unknowne shall say,
Welcome Sweet beams of bright Religious Day.
These Heavn's thy Glory shall declare,
And with thy Prayses fill ye Aire,
The Tongue of this Great Day shall send
Thy Name unto ye Worlds vast end.
Where e'r it lists this Spirit shall blow, & find
Its Chariot on ye Wings of every Wind.
And with thy Prayses fill ye Aire,
The Tongue of this Great Day shall send
Thy Name unto ye Worlds vast end.
Where e'r it lists this Spirit shall blow, & find
Its Chariot on ye Wings of every Wind.
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