« PreviousContinue »
We must have store.
Goe, SOUL, out of thy Self, & seek for More.
Great NATURE for the KEY of her huge Chest
Of nimble ART, & traverse round
The Aiery Shop of soul-appeasing Sound:
To warn each severall kind
And shape of sweetnes, Be they such
That they convene & come away
To wait at the love-crowned Doores of
Shall we dare This, my Soul? we'l doe't and bring
And every sweet-lipp't Thing
I have Authority in Love's name to take you
And to the worke of Love this morning wake you;
Of HIM who never sleeps, All Things that Are,
Answer my Call
And come along;
Help me to meditate mine Immortall Song.
Bring All the store
Of SWEETS you have; And murmur that you have no more.
Come, nére to part,
Come; & come strong,
To the conspiracy of our Spatious song.
Your Provinces of well-united WORLDS can raise ;
Bring All [your] LUTES & HARPS of HEAVN & EARTH;
Or You, more noble Architects of Intellectuall Noise,
And when you'are come, with All
For ever here, & mix
Your selves into the long
And everlasting series of a deathlesse SONG;
Chear thee my HEART!
For Thou too hast thy Part
Of This unbounded All-imbracing SONG.
To All the dear-bought Nations This Redeeming Name,
May it be no wrong
Blest Heavns, to you, & your Superiour song,
The Name of Your Dilights & our Desires,
Of warbling SERAPHIM to the eares of Love,
The Same bright Busynes (ye Third HEAVENS) with you.
We will have care
And send it back to you again.
Come, lovely NAME! Appeare from forth the Bright Regions of peacefull Light,
Look from thine own Illustrious Home,
Fair KING of NAMES, & come.
Leave All thy native Glories in their Georgeous Nest,
The hidden Sweets.
Which man's heart meets
When Thou art Master of the Mind.
Dearest Sweet, & come away.
Lo how the thirsty Lands
Gasp for thy Golden Showres! with longstretch't Hands.
All Heaven by THEE,
The' attending WORLD, to wait thy Rise,
First turn'd to eyes;
And then, not knowing what to doe;
Turn'd Them to TEARES, & spent Them too.
O come away
(LOVE's Eastern windowes) All wide ope With Curtains drawn,
To catch The Day-break of Thy DAWN.
And know what SWEETES are suck't from out it.
By which they thrive,
Where All their Hoard of Hony lyes.
Lo where it comes, upon The snowy Dove's
Womb of Day!
Unfold thy fair Conceptions; And display
O thou compacted
Body of Blessings: spirit of Soules extracted!
(Clowd of condensed sweets) & break upon us
O fill our senses, And take from us
All force of so Prophane a Fallacy
To think ought sweet but that which smells of Thee.
Fair, flowry Name; In none but Thee
And Thy Nectareall Fragrancy,
Hourly there meetes
An universall SYNOD of All sweets;
That no Perfume
For ever shall presume
To passe for Odoriferous,
But such alone whose sacred Pedigree
Can prove it Self some kin (sweet name) to Thee.
Mountains of myrrh, & Beds of species,
The soul that tasts thee takes from thence
To awake them,
And to take them
Home, & lodge them in his HEART.
O that it were as it was wont to be!
When thy old Freinds of Fire, All full of Thee,
Of DEATH & feircest Dangers, durst with Brave
On their Bold BRESTS about the world they bore thee
Who tore the Fair Brests of thy Freinds,
For Thee; And serv'd them in Thy glorious ends.
More freely to transpire
The Heart that hides Thee hardly covers.
What did their Weapons but sett wide the Doores
Each wound of Theirs was Thy new Morning;
With blush of thine own Blood thy day adorning,
It was the witt of love óreflowd the Bounds
Of WRATH, & made thee way through All Those WOUNDS. Wellcome dear, All-Adored Name!