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Edward Farr, ed.  Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth.  1845.
Stanzas from “The Passions of the Spirit”
LXIII. Anonymous
COME 1 all the world,
  And call your wits together;
Borrow some pennes
  Out of the angells’ wings;
Intreat the heauens        5
  To send their muses hether,
To help your soules
  To write of sacred things.
Prophane conceits
  Must all bee cast away:        10
The night is past,
  And you must take the day.
Speake not of sinne,
  It beareth no part heere;
But write of grace        15
  And whence hir glory grue.
Think of the loue
  That to the life is deere,
And of the life
  To whom all loue is due:        20
And then sit downe
  In glory all to sing,
All to the glory
  Of our glorious King.
First make your grounds        25
  Of faithful holinesse;
Then your deuisions
  Of deuine desires:
Let all your rests
  Bee hopes of happinesse,        30
Which mercies musicke
  In the soule requires:
Let all your sharps
  Bee feares of faithfull harts;
And all your flats        35
  The death of your desarts.
Yet rise and fall
  As hope and feare directs
The nature of each note
  In space or line:        40
And let your voices
  Carry such effects,
As may approue
  Your passions are deuine.
Then let your consorts        45
  All in one agree,
To God alone
  All onely glory bee.
Then let the dittie
  Bee the deerest thought,        50
That may reuiue
  The dying hart of loue;
That onely mercy
  On the soule hath wrought
The happie comfort        55
  Of the heauens to moue:
Then let your sound
  Unto the heauens ascend,
And all your closes
  All in glory end.        60
Glory to Him
  That sitteth on the throne,
With all the hoast
  Of all the heauens attended;
Who all things made,        65
  And governes all alone,
Vanquisht his foes,
  And all his flock defended;
And by his power
  His chosen soules preserueth        70
To sing his praise,
  That so all praise deserueth.
And whilst all soules
  Are to him glory singing,
Let mee, poore wretch,        75
  Not wholly hold my peace;
But let my teares,
  From mercie glory springing,
Keepe time to that sweet song:
  May they neuer seace,        80
That while my soule
  Doth my God adore,
I may yet sing Amen,
  Although no more.
Note 1. LXIII. Anonymous.—This author wrote “The Passions of the Spirit,” which was published in 1599. [back]

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