Vpon the Holy Sacrament.
1.
HAil holy Sacrament,
The worlds great VVonderment,
Mysterious Banquet, much more rare
Then Manna, or the Angels fare;
Each crum, though sinners on thee feed,
Doth Cleopatra's Perl exceed.
Poems on several choice and various subjects occasionally composed by an eminent author ; collected and published by Sergeant-Major P.F.
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- Title
- Poems on several choice and various subjects occasionally composed by an eminent author ; collected and published by Sergeant-Major P.F.
- Author
- Howell, James, 1594?-1666.
- Publication
- London :: Printed by Ja. Cottrel and are to be sold by S. Speed ...,
- 1663.
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Pages
Page 86
Oh how my Soul doth hunger, thirst and pine
After these Cates so precious, so divine!
2.
She need not bring her Stool
As some unbidden Fool;
The Master of this Heavenly Feast
Invites and wooes her for his Guest:
Though Deaf and Lame, Forlorn and Blind,
Yet welcome here she's sure to find,
So that she bring a Vestment for the day,
And her old tatter'd Rags throw quite away.
3.
This is Bethsaida's Pool
That can both clense and cool
Poor leprous and diseased souls,
An Angel here keeps and controuls,
Descending gently from the Heavens above
To stir the waters; May He also move
My mind, and rockie heart so strike and rend,
That tears may thence gush out with them to blend.