text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"What raisd their Joy their love coud also raise,
& each contended in the words of praise,
& evry word proclaimd the wonders past,
& God was still ye first & still ye last,
Deep in their soules ye fair impression lay,
Deep-tracd & never to be worn away.",2009-09-14 19:33:39 UTC,"""Deep in their soules ye fair impression lay, / Deep-tracd & never to be worn away.""",2005-05-17 00:00:00 UTC,I've included the entire poem,"",,Impression,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",8591,3323
"If at the type our dreaming soules awake,
& Hannahs strains their Just impression make,
The boundless powr of Providence we know,
& fix our trust on nothing here below.
Then He grown pleasd that men his greatness own,
Lookes down Serenely from his starry throne,
& bids ye blessed days our prayrs have won
Put on their glorys & prepare to run.
For which our thanks be Justly sent above,
Enlargd by gladness, & inspird with Love:
For which his praises be for ever sung,
Oh Sweet employments of ye gratefull tongue!",2009-09-14 19:33:39 UTC,"""If at the type our dreaming soules awake, / & Hannahs strains their Just impression make""",2005-05-17 00:00:00 UTC,I've included the entire poem,"",,Impression,
,"Searching ""soul"" and ""impression"" in HDIS (Poetry)",8592,3324