Classic Poem

A Carroll — in 47

Awake mine eyes
Stand ope
And view
The Trew
Est scoap
Of misteries
Unswaded heer for you

Leav not a thought
Of hart
Or mind
Behind
T'impart
Who 'twas me bought
And prov'd soe wondrous kind

Let evry sence
Be movd
And ston
Each one
Improvd
To rayse from hence
Fit Contemplation

This is the time
Wherein
As we
Agree
'Tis sin
And held a crime
To bannish Jollety

But few are those
Can tel
Why'tis
That this
Befell
And soe expose
Their Busied braines amiss

Plum-broath and Brawn
Minct Pies
These are
The care
Heer Lies
What Heathen dawn
For Bacchus did prepare

But Christians were
More blest
And soe
Did know
The best
Way to that Sphere
Did Cast true light below

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For how could sky
Beclowded lie
When as the Day Star from on high
Bestowd on man a visit
Which not alone
In Jury shone
That Gentiles might not miss it

Yet though this light
Did shine most bright
Some Darknes did preferr
And ther are stil
Soe prone to ill
Will by noe means those rights fulfill
Should soe great mercy Kalender

May ther be such
My Harp, my Lute
I shal not cease to touch
And with the Prophet them confute
For if ther can be joy for temporall things
I will not spare my stringes
But warble out the benefitt This brings
An infant's born
To bear our scorn
And can we e're forget
Who ransomd us
When we were thus
Enthrald to sin, in graces debt
And but for Him, had been forlorn

Noe; may His name
Stil be my Theam
It's wine and Oyle
A Balsam that can heal
Man's lost Estate and Conquered Commonweal
This sonn, This Child
Born for us, and heer guiven to reconcile

Beg we
That He
Then would create
In us new harts
To bear our parts
Become again o'th'nurçery
For Innocency, and Regenerat

With Him begin
Take up our Inn
Be truly humbled under sin
Skorn all thinges smile
For they'l beguile
And count it Loss
Not t'bear for Him who bore for us the Cross.