Divine glimpses of a maiden muse being various meditations and epigrams on several subjects : with a probable cure of our present epidemical malady if the means be not too long neglected / by Chr. Clobery ...
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- Divine glimpses of a maiden muse being various meditations and epigrams on several subjects : with a probable cure of our present epidemical malady if the means be not too long neglected / by Chr. Clobery ...
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- Clobery, Chr. (Christopher)
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- London :: Printed by James Cottrel,
- 1659.
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- Religious poetry, English -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
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"Divine glimpses of a maiden muse being various meditations and epigrams on several subjects : with a probable cure of our present epidemical malady if the means be not too long neglected / by Chr. Clobery ..." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A33473.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 16, 2024.
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Save in Gods handkerchief, those tears •…•…ip'd off
Their glorified cheeks, whom earth did scoff;
Water of life it is, if truly made.
Oh that the avaricious world would trade
For this rich ware! one drop whereof out-vies
East, and West-Indies (bought at highest price)
In its true worth; add to it (for 'twill need)
As much faith as a grain of mustard-seed:
This composition valu'd is most high,
In the esteem of Jove's great majesty;
'Tis worth more worlds then heav'n hath stars, shoar sands,
Sea drops, or single blades of grass earth's lands.
Stream on, pure fountains; with your hysop water,
Your nitred springs, my sin-stain'd soul bespatter;
Sope-lave it in your pearly rills, that fall
From sorrow's source: but still have care to call
For Lamb's blood intermixt by faith, which brings
True vertue to your mundifying springs:
It cleanseth all the stains in nature left;
And those we added since our Parents theft.
Blow on, serenest sighing wind, and calm
My stormed conscience; and abate the qualm
That seiz'th my wounded spirit: clear the air:
Dispel the clouds with gusts of zealous pray'r,
VVhich force ope heaven, and commit a rape
Upon th'Almightie's ears: we shall escape,
How fierce soever our assault be made.
Thou art the wind drives all who heav'nward trade:
By thee they must un-anchor, and set forth;
Or else their voyage will be little worth.
Fill up our sails; for we shall finde rich ware,
That hidden lies beyond the fixed sphere:
Yet blow as faith may steer aright: know well,
VVho sayl by heav'n, pass neer the gates of Hell:
'Twixt Scylla and Charybdis we must pass;
Presumption and despair: and these (alass)
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Are full of danger: one's a floating Rock;
T'others a gulf shifting (like weather-cock)
Its place with each ne•…•… wind: On; if we stay,
They'l both most surely cross us in the way;
And for the most part, he that one doth fly,
Is shipwrack'd on the other instantly.
Whiff not with boyst'rous blasts into the deep;
Let thy gales us in fathom'd shallows keep:
Blow well to Leeward: though a Rock appear,
'Tis Christ the Cape of our good Hope; no fear:
For never vessel which that Rock did miss,
Arrived at the wished Port of bliss.
Nay, more; unless that Rock we hang upon,
Our vessel's split; and we are all undone:
Oh, see where it appeareth; yond' before:
Haste on; I'm sea-sick, put me there ashoar:
The floating Rock, and shifting gulf I see
Approaching neer: they both in kenning be.
Blow strong; bear in: on that Rock run aground:
Strike sail: cast Anchor, for our Port is found:
If that firm Rock do make the Anchor bend,
Hope's Anchor steel with faith at either end.
She with one finger (if we Anchors want)
Can mo••e us on a Rock of Adamant:
Such is the Rock, on which we must depend,
That thee (my soul) from shipwrack must defend:
An Adamantine Rock, whose vertue lay'th
Magnetick force, on all that's steel'd by faith.
Help sighs (sad heart;) my d•…•…ie eyes help tears;
Such wind and water, souls on this Rock bears:
To steel Hope well with stedfast faith endeavour;
Then shall we Anchor on it safe for ever.