Day 14: Tuesday
Prayer the Church's banquet, Angels' age,
God's breath in man returning to his birth,
The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage,
The Christian plummet sounding heav'n and earth;
Engine against th' Almighty, sinners' tower,
Reverséd thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear,
The six-days world transposing in an hour,
A kind of tune, which all things hear and fear;
Softness, and peace, and joy, and love, and bliss,
Exalted Manna, gladness of the best,
Heaven in ordinary, man well dressed,
The Milky way, the bird of Paradise,
Church-bells beyond the stars heard, the soul's blood,
The land of spices; something understood.
Immortal Heat, O let your greater flame
Attract the lesser to it: Let those fires,
Which shall consume the world, first make it tame;
And kindle in our hearts such true desires,
As may consume our lusts, and make you way.
Then shall our hearts pant thee; then shall our brain
All her invention on your Altar lay,
And there in hymns send back your fire again:
Our eyes shall see you, which before saw dust;
Dust blown by wit, till that they both were blind:
You shall recover all your goods in kind,
Who were diseaséd by usurping lust:
All knees shall bow to you; all wits shall rise,
And praise him who did make and mend our eyes.
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