Preparatory Meditations - Second Series: 7 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBDE EFEFGG HIHIJJ KLMLNO PQRSTT ULULVV LCLCWW| Psalms He sent a Man before Them even Joseph who was Sold etc | A |
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| All dull my Lord my spirits flat and dead | B |
| All water soaked and sapless to the skin | C |
| Oh Screw me up and make my spirit's bed | B |
| Thy quickening virtue for my ink is dim | D |
| My pencil blunt Doth Joseph type out Thee | E |
| Heralds of angels sing out 'Bow the knee ' | - |
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| Is Joseph's glorious shine a type of Thee | E |
| How bright art Thou He envied was as well | F |
| And so was Thou He's stripped and picked poor he | E |
| Into the pit And so was Thou They shell | F |
| Thee of Thy kernel He by Judah's sold | G |
| For twenty bits thirty for Thee he'd told | G |
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| Joseph was tempted by his mistress vile | H |
| Thou by the devil but both shame the foe | I |
| Joseph was cast into the jail awhile | H |
| And so was Thou Sweet apples mellow so | I |
| Joseph did from his jail to glory run | J |
| Thou from death's pallet rose like morning sun | J |
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| Joseph lays in against the famine and | K |
| Thou dost prepare the bread of life for Thine | L |
| He bought with corn for Pharaoh th' men and land | M |
| Thou with Thy bread mak'st such themselves consign | L |
| Over to Thee that eat it Joseph makes | N |
| His brethren bow before him Thine too quake | O |
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| Joseph constrains his brethren till their sins | P |
| Do gall their souls Repentance babbles fresh | Q |
| Thou treatest sinners till repentance springs | R |
| Then with him send'st a Benjamin like mess | S |
| Joseph doth cheer his humble brethren Thou | T |
| Dost stud with joy the mourning saints that bow | T |
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| Joseph's bright shine th' Eleven Tribes must preach | U |
| And Thine Apostles now eleven Thine | L |
| They bear his presents to his friends Thine reach | U |
| Thine unto Thine thus now behold a shine | L |
| How hast Thou penciled out my Lord most bright | V |
| Thy glorious image here on Joseph's light | V |
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| This I bewail in me under this shine | L |
| To see so dull a color in my skin | C |
| Lord lay Thy brightsome colors on me Thine | L |
| Scour Thou my pipes then play Thy tunes therein | C |
| I will not hang my harp in willows by | W |
| While Thy sweet praise my tunes doth glorify | W |
Edward Taylor
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