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An Hymne Of Heavenly Love Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Love lift me up upon thy golden wings	A
From this base world unto thy heavens hight	B
Where I may see those admirable things	A
Which there thou workest by thy soveraine might	B
Farre above feeble reach of earthly sight	B
That I thereof an heavenly hymne may sing	C
Unto the God of Love high heavens king	C
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Many lewd layes ah woe is me the more	D
In praise of that mad fit which fooles call Love	E
I have in th'heat of youth made heretofore	D
That in light wits did loose affection move	F
But all those follies now I do reprove	F
And turned have the tenor of my string	C
The heavenly prayses of true Love to sing	C
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And ye that wont with greedy vaine desire	G
To reade my fault and wondring at my flame	H
To warme your selves at my wide sparckling fire	G
Sith now that heat is quenched quench my blame	H
And in her ashes shrowd my dying shame	H
For who my passed follies now pursewes	A
Beginnes his owne and my old fault renewes	A
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BEFORE THIS WORLDS GREAT FRAME in which al things	A
Are now containd found any being place	A
Ere flitting Time could wag his eyas wings	A
About that mightie bound which doth embrace	A
The rolling spheres and parts their houres by space	A
That high eternall Powre which now doth move	F
In all these things mov'd in it selfe by love	F
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It lovd it selfe because it selfe was faire	I
For fair is lov'd and of it self begot	J
Like to it selfe his eldest Sonne and Heire	I
Eternall pure and voide of sinfull blot	K
The firstling of his ioy in whom no iot	K
Of loves dislike or pride was to be found	K
Whom he therefore with equall honour crownd	K
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With him he raignd before all time prescribed	K
In endlesse glorie and immortall might	K
Together with that Third from them derived	K
Most wise most holy most almightie Spright	K
Whose kingdomes throne no thoughts of earthly wight	K
Can comprehend much lesse my trembling verse	A
With equall words can hope it to reherse	A
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Yet O most blessed Spirit pure lampe of light	K
Eternall spring of grace and wisedom trew	I
Vouchsafe to shed into my barren spright	K
Some little drop of thy celestiall dew	K
That may my rymes with sweet infuse embrew	I
And give me words equall unto my thought	K
To tell the marveiles by thy mercie wrought	K
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Yet being pregnant still with powrefull grace	A
And full of fruitfull Love that loves to get	K
Things like himselfe and to enlarge his race	A
His second brood though not of powre so great	K
Yet full of beautie next he did beget	K
An infinite increase of angels bright	K
All glistring glorious in their Makers light	K
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To them the heavens illimitable hight	K
Not this round heaven which we from hence behold	K
Adornd with thousand lamps of burning light	K
And with ten thousand gemmes of shyning gold	K
He gave as their inheritance to hold	K
That they might serve him in eternall blis	A
And be partakers of those ioyes of his	A
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There they in their trinall triplicities	A
About him wait and on his will depend	K
Either with nimble wings to cut the skies	A
When he them on his messages doth send	K
Or on his owne dread presence to attend	K
Where they behold the glorie of his light	K
And caroll hymnes of love both day and night	K
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Both day and night is unto them all one	L
For he his beames doth unto them extend	K
That darknesse there appeareth never none	L
Ne hath their day ne hath their blisse an end	K
But there their termelesse time in pleasure spend	K
Ne ever should their happinesse decay	M
Had not they dar'd their Lord to disobay	N
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But pride impatient of long resting peace	A
Did puffe them up with greedy bold ambition	L
That they gan cast their state how to increase	A
Above the fortune of their first condition	L
And sit in Gods own seat without commission	L
The brightest angel even the Child of Light	K
Drew millions more against their God to fight	K
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Th'Almighty seeing their so bold assay	A
Kindled the flame of his consuming yre	I
And with his onely breath them blew away	M
From heavens hight to which they did aspyre	I
To deepest hell and lake of damned fyre	I
Where they in darknesse and dread horror dwell	O
Hating the happie light from which they fell	O
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So that next off spring of the Makers love	F
Next to himselfe in glorious degree	I
Degendering to hate fell from above	F
Through pride for pride and love may ill agree	I
And now of sinne to all ensample bee	I
How then can sinfull flesh it selfe assure	I
Sith purest angels fell to be impure	I
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But that Eternall Fount of love and grace	A
Still flowing forth his goodnesse unto all	P
Now seeing left a waste and emptie place	A
In his wyde pallace through those angels fall	P
Cast to supply the same and to enstall	P
A new unknowen colony therein	Q
Whose root from earths base groundworke should begin	Q
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Therefore of clay base vile and nest to nought	K
Yet form'd by wondrous skill and by his might	K
According to an heavenly patterne wrought	K
Which he had fashiond in his wise foresight	K
He man did make and breathd a living spright	K
Into his face most beautifull and fayre	I
Endewd with wisedomes riches heavenly rare	I
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Such he him made that he resemble might	K
Himselfe as mortall thing immortall could	K
Him to be lord of every living wight	K
He made by love out of his owne like mould	K
In whom he might his mightie selfe behould	K
For Love doth love the thing belov'd to see	I
That like it selfe in lovely shape may bee	I
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But man forgetfull of his Makers grace	A
No lesse than angels whom he did ensew	A
Fell from the hope of promist heavenly place	A
Into the mouth of Death to sinners dew	K
And all his off spring into thraldome threw	K
Where they for ever should in bonds remaine	Q
Of never dead yet ever dying paine	Q
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Till that great Lord of Love which him at first	K
Made of meere love and after liked well	P
Seeing him lie like creature long accurst	K
In that deep horor of despeyred hell	P
Him wretch in doole would let no lenger dwell	P
But cast out of that bondage to redeeme	H
And pay the price all were his debt extreeme	H
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Out of the bosome of eternall blisse	A
In which he reigned with his glorious Syre	K
He downe descended like a most demisse	A
And abiect thrall in fleshes fraile attyre	K
That he for him might pay sinnes deadly hyre	K
And him restore unto that happie state	K
In which he stood before his haplesse fate	K
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In flesh at first the guilt committed was	A
Therefore in flesh it must be satisfyde	K
Nor spirit nor angel though they man surpas	A
Could make amends to God for mans misguyde	K
But onely man himselfe who selfe did slyde	K
So taking flesh of sacred virgins wombe	H
For mans deare sake he did a man become	H
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And that most blessed bodie which was borne	Q
Without all blemish or reprochfull blame	H
He freely gave to be both rent and torne	Q
Of cruell hands who with despightfull shame	H
Revyling him that them most vile became	H
At length him nayled on a gallow tree	K
And slew the iust by most uniust decree	K
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O huge and most unspeakeable impression	Q
Of Loves deep wound that pierst the piteous hart	K
Of that deare Lord with so entyre affection	Q
And sharply launcing every inner part	K
Dolours of death into his soule did dart	K
Doing him die that never it deserved	K
To free his foes that from his heast had swerved	K
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What hart can feel least touch of so sore launch	R
Or thought can think the depth of so deare wound	K
Whose bleeding sourse their streames yet never staunch	R
But stil do flow and freshly still redownd	K
To heale the sores of sinfull soules unsound	K
And clense the guilt of that infected cryme	H
Which was enrooted in all fleshly slyme	H
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O blessed Well of Love O Floure of Grace	A
O glorious Morning Starre O Lampe of Light	K
Most lively image of thy Fathers face	A
Eternal King of Glorie Lord of Might	K
Meeke Lambe of God before all worlds behight	K
How can we thee requite for all this good	K
Or what can prize that thy most precious blood	K
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Yet nought thou ask'st in lieu of all this love	F
But love of us for guerdon of thy paine	Q
Ay me what can us l	P