The Minor Poems of Joseph Beaumont ... Edited from the autograph manuscript with introduction and notes by Eloise Robinson |
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Whitsunday
But now Heavn comes againe ye Same
It went, though in another Name
It went ye Son, but here
It comes ye Comforter.
O blest & strange,
O sweet exchange!
LOVE has made ye Bargaine even
We did but part with Heavn for Heavn.
It went, though in another Name
It went ye Son, but here
It comes ye Comforter.
O blest & strange,
O sweet exchange!
LOVE has made ye Bargaine even
We did but part with Heavn for Heavn.
Look how ye Stars come showring downe,
Ambitious now to be ye Crowne
Of Mortall Heads, where they
Divided Flames display.
Sweet Crowns, your shape
Was not by hap:
Right are the Churches Temples crown'd
When cloven Mitres them surround.
Ambitious now to be ye Crowne
Of Mortall Heads, where they
Divided Flames display.
Sweet Crowns, your shape
Was not by hap:
Right are the Churches Temples crown'd
When cloven Mitres them surround.
All Babells Tongues and more then they
In these sweet Cloven Flames doe play:
Which, though Divided, sure
Will that Division cure.
No feare but now
Our Tower may grow
High as its Hopes; ye Church may rise
Compleat, & meet ye equall skies.
In these sweet Cloven Flames doe play:
Which, though Divided, sure
Will that Division cure.
No feare but now
Our Tower may grow
High as its Hopes; ye Church may rise
Compleat, & meet ye equall skies.
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