Meditation Twenty Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDCEF GHDHII JKAKLL CIMIND OHOHDG PKPQDD HRHSLL| Philippians II Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him | A |
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| View all ye eyes above this sight which flings | B |
| Seraphick Phancies in Chill Raptures high | C |
| A Turffe of Clay and yet bright Glories King | D |
| From dust to Glory Angell like to fly | C |
| A Mortall Clod immortaliz d behold | E |
| Flyes through the skies swifter than Angells could | F |
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| Upon the Wings he of the Winde rode in | G |
| His Bright Sedan through all the Silver Skies | H |
| And made the Azure Cloud his Charriot bring | D |
| Him to the Mountain of Celestiall joyes | H |
| The Prince o th Aire durst not an Arrow spend | I |
| While through his Realm his Charriot did ascend | I |
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| He did not in a Fiery Charriot s shine | J |
| And Whirlewinde like Elias upward goe | K |
| But th golden Ladders Jasper rounds did climbe | A |
| Unto the Heavens high from Earth below | K |
| Each step had on a Golden Stepping Stone | L |
| Of Deity unto his very Throne | L |
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| Methinks I see Heavens sparklingl Courtiers fly | C |
| In flakes of Glory down him to attend | I |
| And heare Heart Cramping notes of Melody | M |
| Surround his Charriot as it did ascend | I |
| Mixing their Musick making e vry strong | N |
| More to inravish as they this tune sing | D |
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| God is Gone up with a triumphant shout | O |
| The Lord with sounding Trumpets melodies | H |
| Sing Praise sing Praise sing Praise sing Praises out | O |
| Unto our King sing praise seraphick wise | H |
| Lift up your Heads ye lasting Doore they sing | D |
| And let the King of Glory Enter in | G |
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| Art thou ascended up on high my Lord | P |
| And must I be without thee here below | K |
| Art thou the sweetest joy the Heavens afford | P |
| Oh that I with thee was What shall I do | Q |
| Should I pluck Feathers from an Angells Wing | D |
| They could not waft me up to thee my King | D |
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| Lend mee thy Wings my Lord I st fly apace | H |
| My Soules Arms stud with thy strong Quills true Faith | R |
| My Quills then Feather with thy Saving Grace | H |
| My Wings will take the Winde thy Word displai th | S |
| Then I shall fly up to thy glorious Throne | L |
| With my strong Wings whose Feathers are thine own | L |
Edward Taylor
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