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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=381175" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Preparatory Meditations - Second Series: 7</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Psalms 105:17. He sent a Man before Them, even Joseph, who was Sold, etc.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All dull, my Lord, my spirits flat, and dead,<br>All water-soaked and sapless to the skin.<br>Oh! Screw me up and make my spirit's bed<br>Thy quickening virtue, for my ink is dim,<br>My pencil blunt. Doth Joseph type out Thee?<br>Heralds of angels sing out, 'Bow the knee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is Joseph's glorious shine a type of Thee?<br>How bright art Thou? He envied was as well.<br>And so was Thou. He's stripped and picked, poor he,<br>Into the pit. And so was Thou. They shell<br>Thee of Thy kernel. He by Judah's sold<br>For twenty bits; thirty for Thee he'd told.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joseph was tempted by his mistress vile.<br>Thou by the devil, but both shame the foe.<br>Joseph was cast into the jail awhile.<br>And so was Thou. Sweet apples mellow so.<br>Joseph did from his jail to glory run.<br>Thou from death's pallet rose like morning sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joseph lays in against the famine, and<br>Thou dost prepare the bread of life for Thine,<br>He bought with corn for Pharaoh th' men and land.<br>Thou with Thy bread mak'st such themselves consign<br>Over to Thee, that eat it. Joseph makes<br>His brethren bow before him. Thine too quake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joseph constrains his brethren till their sins<br>Do gall their souls. Repentance babbles fresh.<br>Thou treatest sinners till repentance springs,<br>Then with him send'st a Benjamin-like mess.<br>Joseph doth cheer his humble brethren. Thou<br>Dost stud with joy the mourning saints that bow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Joseph's bright shine th' Eleven Tribes must preach.<br>And Thine Apostles now eleven, Thine.<br>They bear his presents to his friends: Thine reach<br>Thine unto Thine, thus now behold a shine.<br>How hast Thou penciled out, my Lord, most bright<br>Thy glorious image here, on Joseph's light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This I bewail in me under this shine,<br>To see so dull a color in my skin.<br>Lord, lay Thy brightsome colors on me Thine.<br>Scour Thou my pipes, then play Thy tunes therein.<br>I will not hang my harp in willows by,<br>While Thy sweet praise my tunes doth glorify.</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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All dull, my Lord, my spirits flat, and dead,
All water-soaked and sapless to the skin.
Oh! Screw me up and make my spirit's bed
Thy quickening virtue, for my ink is dim,..."></div>
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