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Divine poems by Edward Waller Esq.; Poems. Selections
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Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.
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vitâ Nam Divinus Amor cum caepit vociferari Diffugiunt Animi Terrores Lucr. Exul eram requiesque mihi non Fama petita est Mens intenta suis ne foret usque malis Namque ubi mota calent Sacrâmea Pectora Musâ Altior humano Spiritus ille malo est De Trist. OF Divine Poesie Two Canto's Occasioned upon sight of the 53d Chapter of Isaiah turn'd into Verse by Mrs. VVharton CANTO I. POets we prize when in their verse we find Some great employment of a worthy mind Angels have been inquisitive to know The secret which this Oracle does show What was to come Isaiah did declare Which she describes as if she had been there Had seen the Wounds which to the readers view She draws so lively that they Bleed anew As Ivy thrives which on the Oak takes hold So with the Prophets may her lines grow old If they should dye who can the World forgive Such Pious Lines When wanton Sapho's live Who with his Breath his Image did inspire Expects it should foment a Nobler fire Not Love which Brutes as well as Men may know But Love like his to whom that Breath we owe. Verse so design'd on that high Subject wrote Is the Perfection of an ardent thought The Smoak which we from burning Incense raise When we compleat the Sacrifice of Praise In boundless verse the Fancy soars too high For any Object but the Deity What Mortal can with Heav'n pretend to share In the Superlatives of Wise and Fair A meaner Subject when with these we grace A Giants habit on a Dwarf we place Sacred should be the product of our Muse Like that sweet Oyl above all private use On pain of Death forbidden to be made But when it should be on the Altar laid Verse shows a rich inestimable Vein When drop't from Heav'n 't is thither sent again Of Bounty 't is that he admits our Praise Which does not him but us that yield it raise For as that Angel up to Heav'n did rise Born on the Flame of Manoah's Sacrifice So wing'd with Praise we penetrate the Sky Teach Clouds and Stars to praise him as we fly The whole Creation by our fall made groan His Praise to Eccho and suspend their Moan For that he reigns all Creatures should rejoyce And we with Songs supply their want of voyce The Church Triumphant and the Church below In Songs of Praise a present Union show Their Joys are full our expectation long In Life we differ but we joyn in Song Angels and we assisted by this Art May Sing together thô we dwell apart Thus we reach Heav'n while vainer Poems must No higher rise than Winds may lift the Dust. From that they spring this from his breath that gave To the first Dust th' Immortal Soul we have His Praise well sung our great endeavour here Shakes off the Dust and makes that breath appear CANTO II. HE that did first this way of Writing grace Converst with the Almighty face to face Wonders he did in sacred verse unfold When he had more than Eighty Winters told The Writer feels no dire effects of Age Nor verse that flows from so Divine a rage Eldest of Poets he beheld the Light When first it triumph'd 'ore eternal Night Chaos he saw and could distinctly tell How that confusion into Order fell As if consulted with he has exprest The Work of the Creator and his rest How the floud drown'd the first offending Race Which might the figure of our Globe deface For new made Earth so even and so fair Less equal now uncertain makes the Air Surpriz'd with heat and unexpected cold Early distempers make our Youth look old Our Days so evil and so few may tell That on the ruines of that World we dwell Strong as the Oaks that nourish't them and high That long-liv'd Race did on their force rely Neglecting Heav'n but we of shorter date Should be more mindful of impendent fate To Worms that crawle upon this Rubbish here This Span of Life may yet too long appear Enough to humble and to make us great If it prepare us for a Nobler seat Which well observing he in Numerous Lines Taught wretched man how fast his Life declines In whom he dwelt before the World was made And may again retire when that shall fade The lasting Iliads have not live'd so long As his and Deborah's triumphant Song Delphos unknown no Muse could them inspire But that which governs the Coelestial Quire Heav'n to the Pious did this art reveal And from their store succeeding Poets steal Homer's Scamandâ—…r for the Trojans faught And swell'd so high by her old Kishon taught His River scarce could fierce Achilles stay Hers more succesful swept her Foes away The Hoast of Heav'n his Phaebus and his Mars He Arms instructed by her fighting Stars She led them all against the common foe But he misled by what he saw below The Powers above like wretched men divides And breaks their Union into different sides The Noblest parts which in his Hero's shine May be but Copies of that Heroine Homer himself and Agamâ—…mnon she The Writer could and the Commander be Truth she relates in a sublimer strain Than all the Tales the boldest Greek could feign For what she sung that Spirit did indite Which gave her courage and success in fight A double Garland Crowns the Matchless Dame From Heav'n her Poem and her Conquest came Thô of the Jews she merit most esteem Yet here the Christian has the greater Theam Her martial song describes how Sisera fell This sings our Triumph over Death and Hell The rising Light employ'd the sacred breath Of the blest Virgin and Elizabeth In Songs of Joy the Angels sung his Birth Here how he treated was upon the Earth Trembling we read th'affliction and the scorn Which for our Guilt so patiently was born Conception Birth and suffering all belong Tho various Parts to one Caelestial Song And She well using so divine an art Has in this consort Sung the Tragick part As Hannah's seed was vow'd to sacred use So here this Lady consecrates her Muse. With like reward may Heav'n her bed adorn With fruit as fair as by her Muse is born Of the Paraphrase on the Lords Prayer Written by Mrs. Wharton SIlence you Winds listen Etherial Lights While our Urania sings what Heav'n indites The Numbers are the Nymphs but from above Descends the Pledge of that Eternal Love Here wretched Mortals have not leave alone But are instructed to approach his Throne And how can he to miserable Men Deny Requests which his own Hand did Pen In the Evangelists we find the Prose Which Paraphras'd by her a Poem grows A devout Rapture so divine a Hymn It may become the highest Seraphim For they like her in that Coelestial Quire Sing only what the Spirit does inspire Taught by our Lord and theirs with us they may For all but pardon for Offences pray Some Reflections of his upon the several Petitions in the same Prayer I. HIS sacred Name with reverence profound Should mention'd be and trembling at the sound It was Jehovah 't is our Father now So low to us does Heav'n vouchsafe to bow Brethren to him that taught us how to pray And did so dearly for our Ransom pay II. His Kingdom come For this we pray in vain Unless he does in our affections raign Absurd it were to wish for such a King And not Obedience to his Scepter bring III. His Will be done In fact 't is always done But as in Heav'n it must be made our own His Will should all our Inclinations sway Whom Nature and the Universe obey IV. It is not what our Avarice hoards up 'T is he that feeds us and that fills our Cup Like new-born Babes depending on the Breast From day to day we on his Bounty feast Nor should the Soul expect above a day To dwell in her frail Tenament of Clay The setting Sun should seem to bound our Race And the new day a gift of special Grace V. That he should all our Trespasses forgive While we in hatred with our Neighbours live Though so to pray may seem an easie task We curse our selves when thus inclin'd we ask This Prayer to use we ought with equal care Our Souls as to the Sacrament prepare The Noblest Worship of the Power above Is to extol and imitate his Love Not to forgive our Enemies alone But use our Bounty that they may be won VI. Guard us from all Temptations of the Foe And those we may in several stations know The Rich and Poor in slippery places stand Give us enough but with a sparing Hand Not ill-perswading want nor wanton Wealth But what proportion'd is to Life and Health For not the Dead but Living sing thy Praise Exalt thy Kingdom and thy Glory raise Favete Linguis Virginibus Puerisque Canto Horat. FINIS