Prison-pietie, or, Meditations divine and moral digested into poetical heads, on mixt and various subjects : whereunto is added a panegyrick to the right reverend, and most nobly descended, Henry Lord Bishop of London / by Samuel Speed ...
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Prison-pietie, or, Meditations divine and moral digested into poetical heads, on mixt and various subjects : whereunto is added a panegyrick to the right reverend, and most nobly descended, Henry Lord Bishop of London / by Samuel Speed ...
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Speed, Samuel, 1631-1682.
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London :: Printed by J. C. for S. S. ...,
1677.
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¶ On Heaven.
BRight glorious Lord, uncircumscribed TreasureOf everlasting Pleasure,Thy Throne is placed farAbove the richest Star;Where thou prepar'st a splendid placeWithin the glory of thy face,That each SpiritMay inherit,Who builds his hopes 〈◊〉〈◊〉 thy merit,And thee adores with holy charity.
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No ravish'd heart, seraphick tongue, or eyesInspir'd, can once surmise,Or speak, or think, or see,So bright Eternity.The glorious King's transparent ThroneIs of pretious Jasper-stone,Where the eyeO'th' ChrysoliteWith a SkieOf Di'monds, Rubies, Chrysoprase;But above all, thy brighter faceSpeaks an eternal Charity.When thou thy Jewels bindest up, that dayForget not us, we pray;But there where the Beryl lies,Christal too, above the Skies,That there thou mayst afford us placeWithin the glories of thy face,And enroulEach ones SoulIn the ScroulOf Life and Blessedness, that weMay praise thy Name unto Eternitie.
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