To The Name Above Every Name, The Name Of Jesus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEEFFGGHHIIHHJH HHHKLMMGGHHGNNOOPQPQ ARAIISIIHHQQKKOTOUUF FVVHHMMWWFFHHVVHHHHU UHHFFRRWWFFXXOOYFFLL HHXXXRXRLXZA2A2B2XXC 2D2XXXHHXE2E2XXHHVHH VHHLXHHXXHHE2E2F2F2X XG2FXHXH2H2HHHVXXHXX HHHHHHHHHHHI2I2HHHUU HHHHTIA2IXJ2J2XHHHHK 2K2HHHHXHXHHHYYHHIXI IHI sing the Name which None can say | A |
But touch t with An interiour Ray | A |
The Name of our New Peace our Good | B |
Our Blisse and Supernaturall Blood | C |
The Name of All our Lives and Loves | D |
Hearken And Help ye holy Doves | D |
The high born Brood of Day you bright | E |
Candidates of blissefull Light | E |
The Heirs Elect of Love whose Names belong | F |
Unto The everlasting life of Song | F |
All ye wise Soules who in the wealthy Brest | G |
Of This unbounded Name build your warm Nest | G |
Awake My glory Soul if such thou be | H |
And That fair Word at all referr to Thee | H |
Awake and sing | I |
And be All Wing | I |
Bring hither thy whole Self and let me see | H |
What of thy Parent Heaven yet speakes in thee | H |
O thou art Poore | J |
Of noble Powres I see | H |
And full of nothing else but empty Me | H |
Narrow and low and infinitely lesse | H |
Then this Great mornings mighty Busynes | H |
One little World or two | K |
Alas will never doe | L |
We must have store | M |
Goe Soul out of thy Self and seek for More | M |
Goe and request | G |
Great Nature for the Key of her huge Chest | G |
Of Heavns the self involving Sett of Sphears | H |
Which dull mortality more Feeles then heares | H |
Then rouse the nest | G |
Of nimble Art and traverse round | N |
The Aiery Shop of soul appeasing Sound | N |
And beat a summons in the Same | O |
All soveraign Name | O |
To warn each severall kind | P |
And shape of sweetnes Be they such | Q |
As sigh with supple wind | P |
Or answer Artfull Touch | Q |
That they convene and come away | A |
To wait at the love crowned Doores of | R |
This Illustrious Day | A |
Shall we dare This my Soul we l doe t and bring | I |
No Other note for t but the Name we sing | I |
Wake Lute and Harp | S |
And every sweet lipp t Thing | I |
That talkes with tunefull string | I |
Start into life And leap with me | H |
Into a hasty Fitt tun d Harmony | H |
Nor must you think it much | Q |
T obey my bolder touch | Q |
I have Authority in Love s name to take you | K |
And to the worke of Love this morning wake you | K |
Wake In the Name | O |
Of Him who never sleeps All Things that Are | T |
Or what s the same | O |
Are Musicall | U |
Answer my Call | U |
And come along | F |
Help me to meditate mine Immortall Song | F |
Come ye soft ministers of sweet sad mirth | V |
Bring All your houshold stuffe of Heavn on earth | V |
O you my Soul s most certain Wings | H |
Complaining Pipes and prattling Strings | H |
Bring All the store | M |
Of Sweets you have And murmur that you have no more | M |
Come n to part | W |
Nature and Art | W |
Come and come strong | F |
To the conspiracy of our Spatious song | F |
Bring All the Powres of Praise | H |
Your Provinces of well united Worlds can raise | H |
Bring All your Lutes and Harps of Heaven and Earth | V |
What re cooperates to The common mirthe | V |
Vessells of vocall Ioyes | H |
Or You more noble Architects of Intellectuall Noise | H |
Cymballs of Heav n or Humane sphears | H |
Solliciters of Soules or Eares | H |
And when you are come with All | U |
That you can bring or we can call | U |
O may you fix | H |
For ever here and mix | H |
Your selves into the long | F |
And everlasting series of a deathlesse Song | F |
Mix All your many Worlds Above | R |
And loose them into One of Love | R |
Chear thee my Heart | W |
For Thou too hast thy Part | W |
And Place in the Great Throng | F |
Of This unbounded All imbracing Song | F |
Powres of my Soul be Proud | X |
And speake lowd | X |
To All the dear bought Nations This Redeeming Name | O |
And in the wealth of one Rich Word proclaim | O |
New Similes to Nature | Y |
May it be no wrong | F |
Blest Heavns to you and your Superiour song | F |
That we dark Sons of Dust and Sorrow | L |
A while Dare borrow | L |
The Name of Your Dilights and our Desires | H |
And fitt it to so farr inferior Lyres | H |
Our Murmurs have their Musick too | X |
Ye mighty Orbes as well as you | X |
Nor yeilds the noblest Nest | X |
Of warbling Seraphim to the eares of Love | R |
A choicer Lesson then the joyfull Brest | X |
Of a poor panting Turtle Dove | R |
And we low Wormes have leave to doe | L |
The Same bright Busynes ye Third Heavens with you | X |
Gentle Spirits doe not complain | Z |
We will have care | A2 |
To keep it fair | A2 |
And send it back to you again | B2 |
Come lovely Name Appeare from forth the Bright | X |
Regions of peacefull Light | X |
Look from thine own Illustrious Home | C2 |
Fair King of Names and come | D2 |
Leave All thy native Glories in their Georgeous Nest | X |
And give thy Self a while The gracious Guest | X |
Of humble Soules that seek to find | X |
The hidden Sweets | H |
Which man s heart meets | H |
When Thou art Master of the Mind | X |
Come lovely Name life of our hope | E2 |
Lo we hold our Hearts wide ope | E2 |
Unlock thy Cabinet of Day | X |
Dearest Sweet and come away | X |
Lo how the thirsty Lands | H |
Gasp for thy Golden Showres with longstretch t Hands | H |
Lo how the laboring Earth | V |
That hopes to be | H |
All Heaven by Thee | H |
Leapes at thy Birth | V |
The attending World to wait thy Rise | H |
First turn d to eyes | H |
And then not knowing what to doe | L |
Turn d Them to Teares and spent Them too | X |
Come Royall Name and pay the expence | H |
Of all this Pretious Patience | H |
O come away | X |
And kill the Death of This Delay | X |
O see so many Worlds of barren yeares | H |
Melted and measur d out is Seas of Teares | H |
O see The Weary liddes of wakefull Hope | E2 |
Love s Eastern windowes All wide ope | E2 |
With Curtains drawn | F2 |
To catch The Day break of Thy Dawn | F2 |
O dawn at last long look t for Day | X |
Take thine own wings and come away | X |
Lo where Aloft it comes It comes Among | G2 |
The Conduct of Adoring Spirits that throng | F |
Like diligent Bees And swarm about it | X |
O they are wise | H |
And know what Sweetes are suck t from out it | X |
It is the Hive | H2 |
By which they thrive | H2 |
Where All their Hoard of Hony lyes | H |
Lo where it comes upon The snowy Dove s | H |
Soft Back And brings a Bosom big with Loves | H |
Welcome to our dark world Thou | V |
Womb of Day | X |
Unfold thy fair Conceptions And display | X |
The Birth of our Bright Ioyes | H |
O thou compacted | X |
Body of Blessings spirit of Soules extracted | X |
O dissipate thy spicy Powres | H |
Clowd of condensed sweets and break upon us | H |
In balmy showrs | H |
O fill our senses And take from us | H |
All force of so Prophane a Fallacy | H |
To think ought sweet but that which smells of Thee | H |
Fair flowry Name In none but Thee | H |
And Thy Nectareall Fragrancy | H |
Hourly there meetes | H |
An universall Synod of All sweets | H |
By whom it is defined Thus | H |
That no Perfume | I2 |
For ever shall presume | I2 |
To passe for Odoriferous | H |
But such alone whose sacred Pedigree | H |
Can prove it Self some kin sweet name to Thee | H |
Sweet Name in Thy each Syllable | U |
A Thousand Blest Arabias dwell | U |
A Thousand Hills of Frankincense | H |
Mountains of myrrh and Beds of species | H |
And ten Thousand Paradises | H |
The soul that tasts thee takes from thence | H |
How many unknown Worlds there are | T |
Of Comforts which Thou hast in keeping | I |
How many Thousand Mercyes there | A2 |
In Pitty s soft lap ly a sleeping | I |
Happy he who has the art | X |
To awake them | J2 |
And to take them | J2 |
Home and lodge them in his Heart | X |
O that it were as it was wont to be | H |
When thy old Freinds of Fire All full of Thee | H |
Fought against Frowns with smiles gave Glorious chase | H |
To Persecutions And against the Face | H |
Of Death and feircest Dangers durst with Brave | K2 |
And sober pace march on to meet A Grave | K2 |
On their Bold Brests about the world they bore thee | H |
And to the Teeth of Hell stood up to teach thee | H |
In Center of their inmost Soules they wore thee | H |
Where Rackes and Torments striv d in vain to reach thee | H |
Little alas thought They | X |
Who tore the Fair Brests of thy Freinds | H |
Their Fury but made way | X |
For Thee And serv d them in Thy glorious ends | H |
What did Their weapons but with wider pores | H |
Inlarge thy flaming brested Lovers | H |
More freely to transpire | Y |
That impatient Fire | Y |
The Heart that hides Thee hardly covers | H |
What did their Weapons but sett wide the Doores | H |
For Thee Fair purple Doores of love s devising | I |
The Ruby windowes which inrich t the East | X |
Of Thy so oft repeated Rising | I |
Each wound of Theirs was Thy new Morning | I |
And reinthron d thee in thy Rosy Ne | H |
Richard Crashaw
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