Here you will find the Poem Preparatory Meditations - Second Series: 12 of poet Edward Taylor
(Ezekiel 37:24. David my Servant shall be their King) Dull, dull indeed! What, shall it e'er be thus? And why? Are not Thy promises, my Lord, Rich, quick'ning things? How should my full cheeks blush To find me thus? And those a lifeless word? My heart is heedless: unconcerned hereat: I find my spirits spiritless and flat. Thou court'st mine eyes in sparkling colors bright, Most bright indeed, and soul-enamouring, With the most shining sun, whose beams did smite Me with delightful smiles to make me spring. Embellished knots of love assault my mind, Which still is dull, as if this sun n'er shined. David in all his gallantry now comes, Bringing, to tend Thy shrine, his royal glory, Rich prowess, prudence, victories, sweet songs, And piety to pencil out Thy story; To draw my heart to Thee in this brave shine Of typic beams, most warm. But still I pine. Shall not this lovely beauty, Lord, set out In dazzling shining flashes 'fore mine eye, Enchant my heart, love's golden mine, till 't spout Out streams of love refin'd that on Thee lie? Thy glory's great: Thou David's kingdom shalt Enjoy for aye. I want and that's my fault. Spare me, my Lord, spare me, I greatly pray, Let me Thy gold pass through Thy fire until Thy fire refine, and take my filth away. That I may shine like gold, and have my fill Of love for Thee; until my virginal Chime out in changes sweet Thy praises shall. Wipe off my rust, Lord, with Thy wisp me scour, And make Thy beams perch on my strings their blaze. My tunes clothe with Thy shine, and quavers pour My cursing strings on, loaded with Thy praise. My fervant love with music in her hand, Shall then attend Thyself, and Thy command.