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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A63574	Grapes from Canaan, or, The believers present taste of future glory expressed in a short divine poem, the issue of spare hours, and published at the request, and for the entertainment of those whose hopes are above their present enjoyments.	Taylor, Francis, 1590-1656.	1658 (1658)	Wing T280; ESTC R20740	35,830	120

GRAPES FROM CANAAN OR THE Believers present taste of future Glory Expressed in a short Divine POEM The issue of spare Hours And Published at the Request and for the Entertainment of those whose hopes are above their present enjoyments 1 Cor. 13.12 For now we see through a glass darkly but then face to face now I know in part but then shall I know even as also I am known 1 Joh. 3.2 Now are we the sons of God and it doth not appear yet what we shall be but we know that when he shall appear we shall be like him for we shall see him as he is London Printed by T. L. for the Author and are to be sold at the sign of the Greyhound in Pauls Church-yard 1658. To the Right Honorable Francis Rous Esq Provost of Eaton and one of the Council to his Highness the Lord Protector Honorable Sir I Hope You will not conceive that I hold any Compliance with the scribling humour of this age or that as dark as I am I should so little see into my self as not to know my rude and undigested Labours unworthy publick light When I first design'd within my self the composure of this ensuing Poem my Thoughts were not in the least tendency for a Publication yet through the perswasion of some Friends whose better judgements I could not but value above mine own private Opinion I have sont my unfledg'd Muse abroad into the World humbly assuming the boldness to shrowd it under the wing of Your Honours Protection assuring my self it will find the better welcom for the name of the Patron Sir This small Manuel I confess comes towards you untrimmed its Innocency being its best Dress and its Poetry lying more in Feet than Fancy yet is it Orthodox I hope and Theologically substantial The subject matter is Divine answering Your Affections Sublime not unbeseeming Your Personage most Necessary and therefore not unworthy Your serious Thoughts And for the Meanness of the Author the Heathen man pleads for me Non quis sed quid dicit attendito not who speaks but what is spoken ought to be considered This little Volume as it proceeds from me hath not the least enforcement of a Tolle lege written upon it yet not to disown the in-comings of Divine assistance like the stone Garamantides habet intus Aureas guttas it hath Golden Drops within it self enriching the believing Soul with a lively hope of a blissful immortality My principal inducement of Dedicating this to Your Honor is the remembrance of undserved Favours which challenge more than an airy Complement at my hands The sing alar Love and Respect You bore to my good Father while he lived and the real Testimony of Your continued Affection to my self hath engaged my most active Thoughts to study something which may in some measure render me sensible of both These few lines therefore the first Fruits of my weaker Attainments of this Nature I present with all Humility to Your Acceptance in hope that as they may prove a Mite cast into the Treasure of GOD'S glory and the publick good so they will signifie to Your Honour a Mind sensible of and a Heart thankeful for the many free and noble Favours vouchsafed to my Relations and my Self Sir I am very confident Your judicious Eye may running read many rude unpolish't Lines in this Draught of Eternity and therefore I make it my humble Request That as the Painter of old drew Alexander with his finger upon his defective Eye So Your known Candour would put a favourable gloss upon my imperfections and dash out my Errata by a charitable connivence In the confidence whereof I shall only raise the Application of my humble Suite to Almighty God That he would make You no less faithful in than able for his Service that after You have had a glimpse of his glory in the Kingdom of Grace You may have a fulness of his grace in the Kingdom of Glory with the which Thoughts upon my Heart in the best seasons of my Soul I shall be ever ready to approve my self Your Honors humble Servant in the Faith of Christ Francis Taylor The Author to the Christian READER PLace not on earth thy chief delight In which there is more black than white VVho set their Hearts on things below And on the World their Thoughts bestow Of Heavens joy they little know Earth's an Impostumated Bubble A Map of Misery and Trouble Our Silver here is mixt with Dross Our sweet with sour our gain with loss No comfort here without a cross Let Heaven be thy Meditation Climbe thither in thy Contemplation VVho such a Pearl have in their eye The worlds Enjoyments by and by VVill trample on as Vanity No seeds of woe are to be found I' th' furrows of that holy ground Yea that Caelestial Paradise A stranger is to sin and vice No Serpent there is to entice E're Death thy Body in the wombe Of Mother-Earth again entombe Be sure to get an interest In that prepared place of rest Whose happiness can't be exprest Bid Earth adieu and fix thy Love Upon those endless joyes above Let no Decoy thy Heart entice But still pursue the Pearl of Price Till thou arrive in Paradise Deo Opt. Max. THou great Jehovah who alone dost dwell In Light and Glory inaccessible My mind enlighten help me to unfold The glory that those blessed ones behold VVho are translated far above the sky Into the Region of Eternity Inspire and actuate my trembling Muse VVith heav'nly Raptures let thy pow'r infuse Into her such a rare activity That she above the dreggy earth may fly And be ambitious of a glimpse at least Of glory and the Saints eternal rest Clear up her pur-blind eye that she may see VVithin the vail what ever is to be Seen by the eye of Faith and may descry The blessed Mansions in Eternity Then touch her stammering tongue that she their glory May pencil out with thine own Oratory VVhich best befits a subject so divine And makes it with the greater lustre shine The Gordian knot of glory to unty VVould puzzel the acutest ingeny O let thy wisdom then my thoughts direct Unveile my dark and clouded intellect Guide my unskilful hand that so I may VVithout a blot heav'ns happiness pourtray This is indeed a mountain too sublime For such an infant Muse as mine to clime Yet if thy sacred spirit lead the way And me conduct for which I humbly pray I shall adventure briefly to relate And draw a Map of the eternal state Of those who in the fragrant bosome ly Of soul inamouring felicity And since this is a task that doth require The lofty aires of an Angelick Lyre Yea since it is a subject so profound An Ocean that no bottom hath nor bound I thee implore and Lord grant my desire That what I can't express I may admire To his Honored Cozin Mr. Francis Taylor upon his Divine Poem 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉