Meditation Sixty-two Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BC DEFGHH IJIKLM NOPOQQ RSRKTU NVNWXX

Second SeriesA
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Canticle While the king sitteth at his tableB
my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereofC
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Oh thou my Lord thou king of Saints here mak stD
A royall Banquet thine to entertainE
With rich and royall fare Celestial CatesF
And sittest at the Table rich of fameG
Am I bid to this Feast Sure Angells stareH
Such Rugged looks and Ragged robes I wareH
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I le surely com Lord fit mee for this feastI
Purge me with Palma Christi from my sinJ
With Plastrum Gratiae Dei or at leastI
Unguent Apostolorum healing bringK
Give me thy Sage and Savory me dubL
With Golden Rod and with Saint Johns Wort goodM
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Root up my Henbain Fawnbain Divells bitN
My Dragons Chokewort Crosswort Ragwort viceO
And set my knot with Honeysuckles stickP
Rich Herb a Grace and Grains of ParadiseO
Angelica yes Sharons Rose the bestQ
And Herba Trinitatis in my breastQ
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Then let thy Sweetspike sweat its liquid DewR
Into my Crystall Viall and there swimS
And as thou at thy Table in Rich ShewR
With royal Dainties sweet discourse as KingK
Dost Welcome thine My Spiknard with its smellT
Shall vapour out perfumed Spirits Well pU
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Whether I at thy Table Guest do sitN
And feed my tast or Wait and fat mine EyeV
And Eare with Sights and Sounds Heart Raptures fitN
My Spicknard breaths its sweet perfumes with joyW
My heart thy Viall with this spicknard fillX
Perfumed praise to thee then breath it willX

Edward Taylor



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