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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381163" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Meditation Sixty-Two</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Second Series</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Canticle 1: 12: While the king sitteth at his table,<br>my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh! thou, my Lord, thou king of Saints, here mak’st<br>A royall Banquet, thine to entertain<br>With rich and royall fare, Celestial Cates,<br>And sittest at the Table rich of fame.<br>Am I bid to this Feast? Sure Angells stare,<br>Such Rugged looks, and Ragged robes I ware.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I’le surely com; Lord, fit mee for this feast:<br>Purge me with Palma Christi from my sin.<br>With Plastrum Gratiae Dei, or at least<br>Unguent Apostolorum healing bring.<br>Give me thy Sage and Savory: me dub<br>With Golden Rod, and with Saint Johns Wort good.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Root up my Henbain, Fawnbain, Divells bit,<br>My Dragons, Chokewort, Crosswort, Ragwort, vice:<br>And set my knot with Honeysuckles, stick<br>Rich Herb-a-Grace, and Grains of Paradise,<br>Angelica, yes, Sharons Rose the best,<br>And Herba Trinitatis in my breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then let thy Sweetspike sweat its liquid Dew<br>Into my Crystall Viall, and there swim.<br>And, as thou at thy Table in Rich Shew<br>With royal Dainties, sweet discourse as King<br>Dost Welcome thine, My Spiknard with its smell<br>Shall vapour out perfumed Spirits Well./p></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whether I at thy Table Guest do sit,<br>And feed my tast, or Wait, and fat mine Eye<br>And Eare with Sights and Sounds, Heart Raptures fit:<br>My Spicknard breaths its sweet perfumes with joy.<br>My heart thy Viall with this spicknard fill,<br>Perfumed praise to thee then breath it will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+Taylor">Edward Taylor</a><div class=q>
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Canticle 1: 12: While the king sitteth at his table,
my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.

Oh! thou, my Lord, thou king of Saints, here mak’st
A royall Banquet, thine to entertain
With rich and royall fare, Celestial Cate..."></div>
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