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For in Christ's coach saints sweetly sing As they to glory ride therein.
Make me, O Lord, thy spinning-wheel complete.
Who laced and filleted the earth so fine
With rivers like green ribbons smaragdine?
Who made the seas its selvage, and its locks
Like a quilt ball within a silver box?
Who spread its canopy? Or curtains spun?
Who in this bowling alley bowled the sun?
This bread of life dropped in thy mouth doth cry: Eat, eat me, soul, and thou shalt never die.
Thou sorrow, venom Elfe.
Is this thy play,
To spin a web out of thyselfe
To Catch a Fly?
To tangle Adams race
To their Destructions, spoil'd, made base
By venom things
My case is bad. Lord, be my advocate.
My sin is red: I'm under God's arrest.
Is Christ thy advocate to plead thy cause?
Art thou his client? Such shall never slide.
He never lost his case.
It's food too fine for angels; yet come, take And eat thy fill! It's Heaven's sugar cake.
Am I new minted by thy Stamp indeed?
Mine Eyes are dim; I cannot clearly see.
Be thou my Spectacles that I may read
Thine Image and Inscription stampt on mee.
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That man has reached immortality who is disturbed by nothing material.
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Edward Taylor was a colonial American poet, pastor and physician.
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