Poemata sacra Latinae & Anglicae scripta [by John Saltmarsh] |
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Meditat. VII. THE RESURRECTION.
Shall the dead rise and praise thee? Psal. 88.
What pow'rfull trumpet's that which at the last
Shall breathe so many souls forth at a blast,
Send such a pack of spirits home that have
Been absent, left their lodgings in their grave?
Shall breathe so many souls forth at a blast,
Send such a pack of spirits home that have
Been absent, left their lodgings in their grave?
Say that the winde be wanton with thy dust,
And playes with it; return, return it must,
And mingle with rich liquour that doth wait,
And so to flesh again coagulate.
And playes with it; return, return it must,
And mingle with rich liquour that doth wait,
And so to flesh again coagulate.
Into what quarter of the heav'n thy breath
Be blown and scatter'd by unruly death,
It shall return, return though it depart,
And gently fanne again thy flaming heart.
Be blown and scatter'd by unruly death,
It shall return, return though it depart,
And gently fanne again thy flaming heart.
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With whatsoe're pale brook thy blushing floud
Did mix complexions, yet thy bloud's thy bloud,
And shall return swift from those watrie tanks,
Turn crimson current in thy azure banks.
Did mix complexions, yet thy bloud's thy bloud,
And shall return swift from those watrie tanks,
Turn crimson current in thy azure banks.
Thy nat'rall warmth returns which made thee brisk
And blossome, now though't in a meteor frisk,
Or dance a round with th'elementall fire,
Following the nimble soul, but reacht no higher.
And blossome, now though't in a meteor frisk,
Or dance a round with th'elementall fire,
Following the nimble soul, but reacht no higher.
Thus thou shalt rise as quick'ned with a charm,
Or with that sprightfull Architect in sperm,
Which first did mould thee into man; and then
This dust (O Lord) shall praise the new-turn'd men.
Or with that sprightfull Architect in sperm,
Which first did mould thee into man; and then
This dust (O Lord) shall praise the new-turn'd men.
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