Mel Heliconium or, Poeticall Honey, Gathered out of The Weeds of Parnassus ... By Alexander Rosse |
 | I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
| VI. |
 | VII. |
GENII.
|
 | CHAP. VII. G Mel Heliconium |  |
156
GENII.
158
Hath God advanc'd our humane race,
To whose beak and command
He did subdue all things that creep,
And flye within the air and deep,
And move upon dry land.
Besides, heavens blessed Harbingers,
Gods nimble-winged Messengers,
Are with a watchfull eye
By his appointment to defend
Us from all hurt, and to attend
159
Lord send to me these winged Posts,
And guard me with these heavenly hoasts
From Satans pollicies:
And let them with their shady wings
Protect me from all hurtfull things,
And from mine enemies.
And let this hoste in squadrons flye
Before me; Lord unclose mine eye,
That I may see my guard:
How with their Tents they me inclose,
And how they fight against my foes,
And keep their watch and ward.
And let these be my Tutors to
Instruct my minde, what it must do,
And how it must obey:
O by these sacred Pursuvants
Shew me thy just commandements,
And guide me in my way.
And let these comforters asswage
The pains of this my pilgrimage
In my last agony;
Let these swift-winged Legions,
Through all the starry regions
My soul accompany.
And when the trump Angelicall
Shall sound, which must awake us all,
And raise us from our dust;
Let these intelligences bring
Me to the presence of my King,
And place me with the just.
O thou great Angel, who hath still
Been my protector from all ill,
Even from mine infancie:
Whom winged Heralds all adore
With covered face, be evermore
A God and guide to me.
Thy help I did depend upon
160
Thou took'st the charge of me,
And when I suck't my mothers brest,
And ever since, thou hast profest
That thou my God wilt be.
O let me not go then astray,
Or with my sins drive thee away,
Or misbehaviour;
But as thou hast been still to me
A Guardian, so cease not to be
My God and Saviour.
Inspire me with thy good motions,
That with my best devotions
I may thee feed and feast:
I have prepar'd the sweet incense
Of prayers, and wine of innocence;
Come then and be my guest.
| CHAP. VII. G Mel Heliconium | |