Edward Taylor quotes

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One sorry fret,
An anvill Sparke, rose higher,
Oh, what a might is this whose single frown
Doth shake the world as it would shake it down?
That now his brightest diamond is grown
Darker by far than any coalpit stone.
Oh! joyous hearts! enfired with holy flame!
Is speech thus tasseled with praise?
Make me thy Spinning Wheele of use for thee,
Thy Grace my Distaffe, and my heart thy Spoole.
Make me thy Loome: thy Grace the warfe therein,
My duties Woofe, and let thy word winde Quills.
Oh! that thy love might overflow my Heart!
To fire the same with Love: for Love I would.
Once at thy Feast, I saw thee Pearle-like stand
'Tween Heaven and Earth, where Heavens Bright glory all
In this sad state, God Tender Bowells run
Out streams of Grace: And he to end all strife
To tangle Adams race
In's stratagems
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