Streams from Helicon Or, Poems On Various Subjects. In Three Parts. By Alexander Pennecuik ... The Second Edition. Enter'd in Stationer's Hall |
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MEDITATION II.
[My Soul come meditate the Day]
And the Sea gave up the Dead which were in it; and Death and Hell gave
up the Dead which were in them.
Rev. xx. 13.
And the Angel which I saw stand upon the Sea, and upon the Earth,
lift up his Hand to Heaven, &c. And swore that Time shall be no more.
Rev. x. 5, 6.
My Soul come meditate the Day,
And think how near it stands,
When thou must quite this House of Clay,
And fly to unknown Lands.
Waitt's spirit. Song.
And think how near it stands,
When thou must quite this House of Clay,
And fly to unknown Lands.
Waitt's spirit. Song.
The Dead all startle with the Trumpet's Breath,
Which bursts the Graves, dissolves the Bands of Death:
The gloomy Grave proves faithful to her Trust,
Returns her Spoils, spues out her Skulls and Dust.
All Flesh get up, old Adam rises first,
Near to the Garden where he was accurs'd;
And Grand-Dame Eve starts up at Adam's Side,
Lovely and Fair, as when she was his Bride.
She looks on Paradise, and streight turns wan,
For oh, 'twas there, Rebellion began:
Poor Adam casts his Eyes upon the Earth,
And sees it lab'ring in the Pangs of Birth.
Which bursts the Graves, dissolves the Bands of Death:
The gloomy Grave proves faithful to her Trust,
Returns her Spoils, spues out her Skulls and Dust.
All Flesh get up, old Adam rises first,
Near to the Garden where he was accurs'd;
And Grand-Dame Eve starts up at Adam's Side,
Lovely and Fair, as when she was his Bride.
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For oh, 'twas there, Rebellion began:
Poor Adam casts his Eyes upon the Earth,
And sees it lab'ring in the Pangs of Birth.
The Patriarchs who'ye sleept six thousand Year,
Sleep not so sound but they the Trumpet hear;
Shake off their Sheets of Dust, and in the Field appear.
Sleep not so sound but they the Trumpet hear;
Shake off their Sheets of Dust, and in the Field appear.
The Tombs of Kings throw out their Skeletons,
And Flesh grows quickly on the living Bones;
Then falls the Mon'ment down unto a rick of Stones.
And Flesh grows quickly on the living Bones;
Then falls the Mon'ment down unto a rick of Stones.
From various Gibbets, Malefactors Bones,
Bleech'd with the Winds, and brunt with Summer Suns,
Drop from the Chains, to gather up their Dust,
Fall into Ranks, 'mongst Wicked or the Just:
They hear a Sound was never heard before,
Gabriel proclaims that Time shall be no more:
The grand Audite, the last Assize is come,
To judge the World, and give eternal Doom.
Bleech'd with the Winds, and brunt with Summer Suns,
Drop from the Chains, to gather up their Dust,
Fall into Ranks, 'mongst Wicked or the Just:
They hear a Sound was never heard before,
Gabriel proclaims that Time shall be no more:
The grand Audite, the last Assize is come,
To judge the World, and give eternal Doom.
Now Saints do rise in Triumph over Death,
And Sinners rise to feel Almighty Wrath:
The pious Soul warm'd with a holy Heat,
Who often cry'd, where doth the Lord retreat,
O did I know, I would approach his Seat,
With holy haste flys to the sacred Place,
And sees mild Mercy shining in his Face.
And Sinners rise to feel Almighty Wrath:
The pious Soul warm'd with a holy Heat,
Who often cry'd, where doth the Lord retreat,
O did I know, I would approach his Seat,
With holy haste flys to the sacred Place,
And sees mild Mercy shining in his Face.
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