. Quarles' emblems . My soul incited whi/st my beloved spake.—CANTICLES \. 6. Lord, has the feeble voice of flesh and bloodThe powr to work thine ears into a floodOf melted mercy ? or the strength t unlockThe gates of Heavn, and to dissolve a rockOf marble clouds into a morning showr ?Or hath the breath of whining dust the powjTo stop or snatch a falling thunderboltFrom thy fierce hand, and make thy hand revoltFrom resolute confusion, and, insteadOf vials, pour full blessings on our head ?Or shall the want of famishd ravens cry,And move thy mercy to a quick supply ?Or shall the silent suits of
. Quarles' emblems . My soul incited whi/st my beloved spake.—CANTICLES \. 6. Lord, has the feeble voice of flesh and bloodThe powr to work thine ears into a floodOf melted mercy ? or the strength t unlockThe gates of Heavn, and to dissolve a rockOf marble clouds into a morning showr ?Or hath the breath of whining dust the powjTo stop or snatch a falling thunderboltFrom thy fierce hand, and make thy hand revoltFrom resolute confusion, and, insteadOf vials, pour full blessings on our head ?Or shall the want of famishd ravens cry,And move thy mercy to a quick supply ?Or shall the silent suits of drooping flowrsWoo thee for drops, and be refreshd with showr.^Alas! what marvel, then, great GOD, what wondtIf thy hell-rousing voice, that splits in sunderThe brazen portals of eternal death ;What wonder if that life-restoring draggd me from th infernal shades of nigShould melt my ravishd soul with oer-delight ? ht, 2/6 Quarlcs Eviblcuis. O can my frozen gutters choose but run,That feel the warmth o
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