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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374358" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Hymne of Heavenly Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love, lift me up upon thy golden wings<br>From this base world unto thy heavens hight,<br>Where I may see those admirable things<br>Which there thou workest by thy soveraine might,<br>Farre above feeble reach of earthly sight,<br>That I thereof an heavenly hymne may sing<br>Unto the God of Love, high heavens king.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Many lewd layes (ah! woe is me the more!)<br>In praise of that mad fit which fooles call Love,<br>I have in th'heat of youth made heretofore,<br>That in light wits did loose affection move;<br>But all those follies now I do reprove,<br>And turned have the tenor of my string,<br>The heavenly prayses of true Love to sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ye that wont with greedy vaine desire<br>To reade my fault, and, wondring at my flame,<br>To warme your selves at my wide sparckling fire,<br>Sith now that heat is quenched, quench my blame,<br>And in her ashes shrowd my dying shame;<br>For who my passed follies now pursewes,<br>Beginnes his owne, and my old fault renewes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">BEFORE THIS WORLDS GREAT FRAME, in which al things<br>Are now containd, found any being-place,<br>Ere flitting Time could wag his eyas wings<br>About that mightie bound which doth embrace<br>The rolling spheres, and parts their houres by space,<br>That high eternall Powre, which now doth move<br>In all these things, mov'd in it selfe by love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It lovd it selfe, because it selfe was faire;<br>(For fair is lov'd); and of it self begot <br>Like to it selfe his eldest Sonne and Heire,<br>Eternall, pure, and voide of sinfull blot,<br>The firstling of his ioy, in whom no iot<br>Of loves dislike or pride was to be found,<br>Whom he therefore with equall honour crownd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With him he raignd, before all time prescribed,<br>In endlesse glorie and immortall might,<br>Together with that Third from them derived,<br>Most wise, most holy, most almightie Spright!<br>Whose kingdomes throne no thoughts of earthly wight<br>Can comprehend, much lesse my trembling verse<br>With equall words can hope it to reherse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, O most blessed Spirit! pure lampe of light,<br>Eternall spring of grace and wisedom trew,<br>Vouchsafe to shed into my barren spright <br>Some little drop of thy celestiall dew,<br>That may my rymes with sweet infuse embrew,<br>And give me words equall unto my thought,<br>To tell the marveiles by thy mercie wrought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet being pregnant still with powrefull grace,<br>And full of fruitfull Love, that loves to get<br>Things like himselfe and to enlarge his race,<br>His second brood, though not of powre so great,<br>Yet full of beautie, next he did beget,<br>An infinite increase of angels bright, <br>All glistring glorious in their Makers light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To them the heavens illimitable hight<br>(Not this round heaven which we from hence behold,<br>Adornd with thousand lamps of burning light,<br>And with ten thousand gemmes of shyning gold)<br>He gave as their inheritance to hold,<br>That they might serve him in eternall blis,<br>And be partakers of those ioyes of his.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There they in their trinall triplicities<br>About him wait, and on his will depend,<br>Either with nimble wings to cut the skies,<br>When he them on his messages doth send,<br>Or on his owne dread presence to attend,<br>Where they behold the glorie of his light,<br>And caroll hymnes of love both day and night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Both day and night is unto them all one;<br>For he his beames doth unto them extend,<br>That darknesse there appeareth never none;<br>Ne hath their day, ne hath their blisse, an end,<br>But there their termelesse time in pleasure spend;<br>Ne ever should their happinesse decay,<br>Had not they dar'd their Lord to disobay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But pride, impatient of long resting peace,<br>Did puffe them up with greedy bold ambition,<br>That they gan cast their state how to increase<br>Above the fortune of their first condition,<br>And sit in Gods own seat without commission:<br>The brightest angel, even the Child of Light,<br>Drew millions more against their God to fight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Th'Almighty, seeing their so bold assay,<br>Kindled the flame of his consuming yre,<br>And with his onely breath them blew away<br>From heavens hight, to which they did aspyre,<br>To deepest hell, and lake of damned fyre,<br>Where they in darknesse and dread horror dwell,<br>Hating the happie light from which they fell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So that next off-spring of the Makers love,<br>Next to himselfe in glorious degree,<br>Degendering to hate, fell from above<br>Through pride; (for pride and love may ill agree);<br>And now of sinne to all ensample bee:<br>How then can sinfull flesh it selfe assure,<br>Sith purest angels fell to be impure?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But that Eternall Fount of love and grace,<br>Still flowing forth his goodnesse unto all,<br>Now seeing left a waste and emptie place<br>In his wyde pallace through those angels fall,<br>Cast to supply the same, and to enstall<br>A new unknowen colony therein,<br>Whose root from earths base groundworke should begin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Therefore of clay, base, vile, and nest to nought,<br>Yet form'd by wondrous skill, and by his might<br>According to an heavenly patterne wrought,<br>Which he had fashiond in his wise foresight,<br>He man did make, and breathd a living spright <br>Into his face, most beautifull and fayre,<br>Endewd with wisedomes riches, heavenly, rare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such he him made, that he resemble might<br>Himselfe, as mortall thing immortall could;<br>Him to be lord of every living wight<br>He made by love out of his owne like mould,<br>In whom he might his mightie selfe behould;<br>For Love doth love the thing belov'd to see,<br>That like it selfe in lovely shape may bee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But man, forgetfull of his Makers grace <br>No lesse than angels, whom he did ensew,<br>Fell from the hope of promist heavenly place,<br>Into the mouth of Death, to sinners dew,<br>And all his off-spring into thraldome threw,<br>Where they for ever should in bonds remaine <br>Of never-dead, yet ever-dying paine;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till that great Lord of Love, which him at first<br>Made of meere love, and after liked well,<br>Seeing him lie like creature long accurst<br>In that deep horor of despeyred hell,<br>Him, wretch, in doole would let no lenger dwell,<br>But cast out of that bondage to redeeme,<br>And pay the price, all@ were his debt extreeme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out of the bosome of eternall blisse,<br>In which he reigned with his glorious Syre,<br>He downe descended, like a most demisse<br>And abiect thrall, in fleshes fraile attyre,<br>That he for him might pay sinnes deadly hyre,<br>And him restore unto that happie state<br>In which he stood before his haplesse fate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In flesh at first the guilt committed was,<br>Therefore in flesh it must be satisfyde;<br>Nor spirit, nor angel, though they man surpas,<br>Could make amends to God for mans misguyde,<br>But onely man himselfe, who selfe did slyde:<br>So, taking flesh of sacred virgins wombe,<br>For mans deare sake he did a man become.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And that most blessed bodie, which was borne<br>Without all blemish or reprochfull blame,<br>He freely gave to be both rent and torne<br>Of cruell hands, who with despightfull shame<br>Revyling him, (that them most vile became,)<br>At length him nayled on a gallow-tree,<br>And slew the iust by most uniust decree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O huge and most unspeakeable impression<br>Of Loves deep wound, that pierst the piteous hart<br>Of that deare Lord with so entyre affection,<br>And, sharply launcing every inner part,<br>Dolours of death into his soule did dart,<br>Doing him die that never it deserved, <br>To free his foes, that from his heast had swerved!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What hart can feel least touch of so sore launch,<br>Or thought can think the depth of so deare wound?<br>Whose bleeding sourse their streames yet never staunch,<br>But stil do flow, and freshly still redownd,<br>To heale the sores of sinfull soules unsound,<br>And clense the guilt of that infected cryme,<br>Which was enrooted in all fleshly slyme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O blessed Well of Love! O Floure of Grace!<br>O glorious Morning-Starre! O Lampe of Light!<br>Most lively image of thy Fathers face,<br>Eternal King of Glorie, Lord of Might,<br>Meeke Lambe of God, before all worlds behight,<br>How can we thee requite for all this good?<br>Or what can prize** that thy most precious blood? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet nought thou ask'st in lieu of all this love<br>But love of us, for guerdon of thy paine:<br>Ay me! what can us lesse than that behove?<br>Had he required life for us againe,<br>Had it beene wrong to ask his owne with game?<br>He gave us life, he it restored lost;<br>Then life were least, that us so little cost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he our life hath left unto us free,<br>Free that was thrall, and blessed that was band;<br>Ne ought demaunds but that we loving bee,<br>As he himselfe hath lov'd us afore-hand,<br>And bound therto with an eternall band;<br>Him first to love that was so dearely bought,<br>And next our brethren, to his image wrought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Him first to love great right and reason is,<br>Who first to us our life and being gave,<br>And after, when we fared had amisse,<br>Us wretches from the second death did save;<br>And last, the food of life, which now we have,<br>Even he himselfe, in his dear sacrament,<br>To feede our hungry soules, unto us lent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then next, to love our brethren, that were made<br>Of that selfe* mould and that self Maker's hand<br>That we, and to the same againe shall fade,<br>Where they shall have like heritage of land,<br>However here on higher steps we stand,<br>Which also were with selfe-same price redeemed<br>That we, however of us light esteemed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And were they not, yet since that loving Lord<br>Commaunded us to love them for his sake,<br>Even for his sake, and for his sacred word<br>Which in his last bequest he to us spake,<br>We should them love, and with their needs partake;<br>Knowing that whatsoere to them we give<br>We give to him by whom we all doe live.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such mercy he by his most holy reede<br>Unto us taught, and, to approve it trew,<br>Ensampled it by his most righteous deede,<br>Shewing us mercie, miserable crew!<br>That we the like should to the wretches shew,<br>And love our brethren; thereby to approve<br>How much himselfe that loved us we love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then rouze thy selfe, O Earth! out of thy soyle,<br>In which thou wallowest like to filthy swyne,<br>And doest thy mynd in durty pleasures moyle,<br>Unmindfull of that dearest Lord of thyne;<br>Lift up to him thy heavie clouded eyne,<br>That thou this soveraine bountie mayst behold,<br>And read, through love, his mercies manifold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beginne from first, where he encradled was<br>In simple cratch*, wrapt in a wad of hay,<br>Betweene the toylfull oxe and humble asse,<br>And in what rags, and in how base aray,<br>The glory of our heavenly riches lay,<br>When him the silly shepheards came to see,<br>Whom greatest princes sought on lowest knee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From thence reade on the storie of his life,<br>His humble carriage, his unfaulty wayes,<br>His cancred foes, his fights, his toyle, his strife,<br>His paines, his povertie, his sharpe assayes,<br>Through which he past his miserable dayes,<br>Offending none, and doing good to all,<br>Yet being malist both by great and small.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And look at last, how of most wretched wights<br>He taken was, betrayd, and false accused;<br>How with most scornfull taunts and fell despights,<br>He was revyld, disgrast, and foule abused;<br>How scourgd, how crownd, how buffeted, how brused;<br>And, lastly, how twixt robbers crucifyde,<br>With bitter wounds through hands, through feet, and syde!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then let thy flinty hart, that feeles no paine,<br>Empierced he with pittifull remorse,<br>And let thy bowels bleede in every vaine,<br>At sight of his most sacred heavenly corse,<br>So torne and mangled with malicious forse;<br>And let thy soule, whose sins his sorrows wrought,<br>Melt into teares, and grone in grieved thought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With sence whereof whilest so thy softened spirit<br>Is inly toucht, and humbled with meeke zeale<br>Through meditation of his endlesse merit,<br>Lift up thy mind to th'author of thy weale,<br>And to his soveraine mercie doe appeale;<br>Learne him to love that loved thee so deare,<br>And in thy brest his blessed image beare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With all thy hart, with all thy soule and mind,<br>Thou must him love, and his beheasts embrace;<br>All other loves, with which the world doth blind<br>Weake fancies, and stirre up affections base,<br>Thou must renounce and utterly displace,<br>And give thy self unto him full and free,<br>That full and freely gave himselfe to thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then shalt thou feele thy spirit so possest,<br>And ravisht with devouring great desire<br>Of his dear selfe, that shall thy feeble brest<br>Inflame with love, and set thee all on fire<br>With burning zeale, through every part entire,<br>That in no earthly thing thou shalt delight,<br>But in his sweet and amiable sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thenceforth all worlds desire will in thee dye,<br>And all earthes glorie, on which men do gaze,<br>Seeme durt and drosse in thy pure-sighted eye,<br>Compar'd to that celestiall beauties blaze,<br>Whose glorious beames all fleshly sense doth daze<br>With admiration of their passing light,<br>Blinding the eyes, and lumining the spright.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then shall thy ravisht soul inspired bee<br>With heavenly thoughts, farre above humane skil,<br>And thy bright radiant eyes shall plainely see<br>Th'idee of his pure glorie present still<br>Before thy face, that all thy spirits shall fill <br>With sweete enragement of celestiall love,<br>Kindled through sight of those faire things above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edmund+Spenser">Edmund Spenser</a><div class=q>
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From this base world unto thy heavens hight,
Where I may see those admirable things
Which there thou workest by thy soveraine might,
Farre above feeble reach of earthly sight,
That I thereof an heavenly hymne..."></div>
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