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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=498277" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To the Name above every Name, the Name of Jesus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sing the Name which None can say <br>But touch’t with An interiour Ray: <br>The Name of our New Peace; our Good: <br>Our Blisse: and Supernaturall Blood: <br>The Name of All our Lives and Loves. <br>Hearken, And Help, ye holy Doves! <br>The high-born Brood of Day; you bright <br>Candidates of blissefull Light, <br>The Heirs Elect of Love; whose Names belong <br>Unto The everlasting life of Song; <br>All ye wise Soules, who in the wealthy Brest <br>Of This unbounded Name build your warm Nest. <br>Awake, My glory. Soul, (if such thou be, <br>And That fair Word at all referr to Thee) <br>Awake and sing <br>And be All Wing; <br>Bring hither thy whole Self; and let me see <br>What of thy Parent Heaven yet speakes in thee, <br>O thou art Poore <br>Of noble Powres, I see, <br>And full of nothing else but empty Me, <br>Narrow, and low, and infinitely lesse <br>Then this Great mornings mighty Busynes. <br>One little World or two <br>(Alas) will never doe. <br>We must have store. <br>Goe, Soul, out of thy Self, and seek for More. <br>Goe and request <br>Great Nature for the Key of her huge Chest <br>Of Heavns, the self involving Sett of Sphears <br>(Which dull mortality more Feeles then heares) <br>Then rouse the nest <br>Of nimble, Art, and traverse round <br>The Aiery Shop of soul-appeasing Sound: <br>And beat a summons in the Same <br>All-soveraign Name <br>To warn each severall kind <br>And shape of sweetnes, Be they such <br>As sigh with supple wind <br>Or answer Artfull Touch, <br>That they convene and come away <br>To wait at the love-crowned Doores of <br>This Illustrious Day. <br>Shall we dare This, my Soul? we’l doe’t and bring <br>No Other note for’t, but the Name we sing. <br>Wake Lute and Harp <br>And every sweet-lipp’t Thing <br>That talkes with tunefull string; <br>Start into life, And leap with me <br>Into a hasty Fitt-tun’d Harmony. <br>Nor must you think it much <br>T’obey my bolder touch; <br>I have Authority in Love’s name to take you <br>And to the worke of Love this morning wake you; <br>Wake; In the Name <br>Of Him who never sleeps, All Things that Are, <br>Or, what’s the same, <br>Are Musicall; <br>Answer my Call <br>And come along; <br>Help me to meditate mine Immortall Song. <br>Come, ye soft ministers of sweet sad mirth, <br>Bring All your houshold stuffe of Heavn on earth; <br>O you, my Soul’s most certain Wings, <br>Complaining Pipes, and prattling Strings, <br>Bring All the store <br>Of Sweets you have; And murmur that you have no more. <br>Come, né to part, <br>Nature and Art! <br>Come; and come strong, <br>To the conspiracy of our Spatious song. <br>Bring All the Powres of Praise <br>Your Provinces of well-united Worlds can raise; <br>Bring All your Lutes and Harps of Heaven and Earth; <br>What ére cooperates to The common mirthe <br>Vessells of vocall Ioyes, <br>Or You, more noble Architects of Intellectuall Noise, <br>Cymballs of Heav’n, or Humane sphears, <br>Solliciters of Soules or Eares; <br>And when you’are come, with All <br>That you can bring or we can call; <br>O may you fix <br>For ever here, and mix <br>Your selves into the long <br>And everlasting series of a deathlesse Song; <br>Mix All your many Worlds, Above, <br>And loose them into One of Love. <br>Chear thee my Heart! <br>For Thou too hast thy Part <br>And Place in the Great Throng <br>Of This unbounded All-imbracing Song. <br>Powres of my Soul, be Proud! <br>And speake lowd <br>To All the dear-bought Nations This Redeeming Name, <br>And in the wealth of one Rich Word proclaim <br>New Similes to Nature. <br>May it be no wrong <br>Blest Heavns, to you, and your Superiour song, <br>That we, dark Sons of Dust and Sorrow, <br>A while Dare borrow <br>The Name of Your Dilights and our Desires, <br>And fitt it to so farr inferior Lyres. <br>Our Murmurs have their Musick too, <br>Ye mighty Orbes, as well as you, <br>Nor yeilds the noblest Nest <br>Of warbling Seraphim to the eares of Love, <br>A choicer Lesson then the joyfull Brest <br>Of a poor panting Turtle-Dove. <br>And we, low Wormes have leave to doe <br>The Same bright Busynes (ye Third Heavens) with you. <br>Gentle Spirits, doe not complain. <br>We will have care <br>To keep it fair, <br>And send it back to you again. <br>Come, lovely Name! Appeare from forth the Bright <br>Regions of peacefull Light, <br>Look from thine own Illustrious Home, <br>Fair King of Names, and come. <br>Leave All thy native Glories in their Georgeous Nest, <br>And give thy Self a while The gracious Guest <br>Of humble Soules, that seek to find <br>The hidden Sweets <br>Which man’s heart meets <br>When Thou art Master of the Mind. <br>Come, lovely Name; life of our hope! <br>Lo we hold our Hearts wide ope! <br>Unlock thy Cabinet of Day <br>Dearest Sweet, and come away. <br>Lo how the thirsty Lands <br>Gasp for thy Golden Showres! with longstretch’t Hands. <br>Lo how the laboring Earth <br>That hopes to be <br>All Heaven by Thee, <br>Leapes at thy Birth. <br>The’ attending World, to wait thy Rise, <br>First turn’d to eyes; <br>And then, not knowing what to doe; <br>Turn’d Them to Teares, and spent Them too. <br>Come Royall Name, and pay the expence <br>Of all this Pretious Patience. <br>O come away <br>And kill the Death of This Delay. <br>O see, so many Worlds of barren yeares <br>Melted and measur’d out is Seas of Teares. <br>O see, The Weary liddes of wakefull Hope <br>(Love’s Eastern windowes) All wide ope <br>With Curtains drawn, <br>To catch The Day-break of Thy Dawn. <br>O dawn, at last, long look’t for Day! <br>Take thine own wings, and come away. <br>Lo, where Aloft it comes! It comes, Among <br>The Conduct of Adoring Spirits, that throng <br>Like diligent Bees, And swarm about it. <br>O they are wise; <br>And know what Sweetes are suck’t from out it. <br>It is the Hive, <br>By which they thrive, <br>Where All their Hoard of Hony lyes. <br>Lo where it comes, upon The snowy Dove’s <br>Soft Back; And brings a Bosom big with Loves. <br>Welcome to our dark world, Thou <br>Womb of Day! <br>Unfold thy fair Conceptions; And display <br>The Birth of our Bright Ioyes. <br>O thou compacted <br>Body of Blessings: spirit of Soules extracted! <br>O dissipate thy spicy Powres <br>(Clowd of condensed sweets) and break upon us <br>In balmy showrs; <br>O fill our senses, And take from us <br>All force of so Prophane a Fallacy <br>To think ought sweet but that which smells of Thee. <br>Fair, flowry Name; In none but Thee <br>And Thy Nectareall Fragrancy, <br>Hourly there meetes <br>An universall Synod of All sweets; <br>By whom it is defined Thus <br>That no Perfume <br>For ever shall presume <br>To passe for Odoriferous, <br>But such alone whose sacred Pedigree <br>Can prove it Self some kin (sweet name) to Thee. <br>Sweet Name, in Thy each Syllable <br>A Thousand Blest Arabias dwell; <br>A Thousand Hills of Frankincense; <br>Mountains of myrrh, and Beds of species, <br>And ten Thousand Paradises, <br>The soul that tasts thee takes from thence. <br>How many unknown Worlds there are <br>Of Comforts, which Thou hast in keeping! <br>How many Thousand Mercyes there <br>In Pitty’s soft lap ly a sleeping! <br>Happy he who has the art <br>To awake them, <br>And to take them <br>Home, and lodge them in his Heart. <br>O that it were as it was wont to be! <br>When thy old Freinds of Fire, All full of Thee, <br>Fought against Frowns with smiles; gave Glorious chase <br>To Persecutions; And against the Face <br>Of Death and feircest Dangers, durst with Brave <br>And sober pace march on to meet A Grave. <br>On their Bold Brests about the world they bore thee <br>And to the Teeth of Hell stood up to teach thee, <br>In Center of their inmost Soules they wore thee, <br>Where Rackes and Torments striv’d, in vain, to reach thee. <br>Little, alas, thought They <br>Who tore the Fair Brests of thy Freinds, <br>Their Fury but made way <br>For Thee; And serv’d them in Thy glorious ends. <br>What did Their weapons but with wider pores <br>Inlarge thy flaming-brested Lovers <br>More freely to transpire <br>That impatient Fire <br>The Heart that hides Thee hardly covers. <br>What did their Weapons but sett wide the Doores <br>For Thee: Fair, purple Doores, of love’s devising; <br>The Ruby windowes which inrich’t the East <br>Of Thy so oft repeated Rising. <br>Each wound of Theirs was Thy new Morning; <br>And reinthron’d thee in thy Rosy Nest, <br>With blush of thine own Blood thy day adorning, <br>It was the witt of love óreflowd the Bounds <br>Of Wrath, and made thee way through All Those wounds. <br>Wellcome dear, All-Adored Name! <br>For sure there is no Knee <br>That knowes not Thee. <br>Or if there be such sonns of shame, <br>Alas what will they doe <br>When stubborn Rocks shall bow <br>And Hills hang down their Heavn-saluting Heads <br>To seek for humble Beds <br>Of Dust, where in the Bashfull shades of night <br>Next to their own low Nothing they may ly, <br>And couch before the dazeling light of thy dread majesty. <br>They that by Love’s mild Dictate now <br>Will not adore thee, <br>Shall Then with Just Confusion, bow <br>And break before thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Crashaw">Richard Crashaw</a><div class=q>
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But touch’t with An interiour Ray: 
The Name of our New Peace; our Good: 
Our Blisse: and Supernaturall Blood: 
The Name of All our Lives and Loves. 
Hearken, And Help, ye holy Doves! 
The high-born Brood of D..."></div>
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