"Soon as her crowding Thoughts cou'd find a Vent, / I know, she said, that you from Heav'n are sent:"
— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for Benj. Cowse and John Hooke [etc.]
Date
1715
Metaphor
"Soon as her crowding Thoughts cou'd find a Vent, / I know, she said, that you from Heav'n are sent:"
Metaphor in Context
While this below, those glorious Forms above,
Mild Mercy, sweet Compassion, radiant Love,
Who helpless Widows and poor Orphans aid,
Besieg'd the Throne, and to the Father pray'd:
He yields, and calls the Soul but new undress'd,
And scarcely seated yet among the bless'd;
Bids it to Life and mortal Cares return,
Nor let th'afflicted Mother longer mourn:
With longing Eyes those happy Seats survey'd,
It bow'd, and then unwillingly obey'd;
Descending did with Horror first Survey
That Lump of cold disanimated Clay;
It must agen, at Heav'ns Command, inform,
Re-entring slow, the Limbs agen grew warm,
The chearful Blood its wonted Channels found,
--He sigh'd at length, and look'd amaz'd around;
But more his Mother, when the Prophet bore
The twice-born Youth, and did to her restore:
Wonder at once and Terror, Joy and Fear,
Exactly mingled in her Face appear;
Soon as her crowding Thoughts cou'd find a Vent,
I know, she said, that you from Heav'n are sent:
Your Mission true by this authentic Sign,
From God, from God you come, your Words are All divine.
Mild Mercy, sweet Compassion, radiant Love,
Who helpless Widows and poor Orphans aid,
Besieg'd the Throne, and to the Father pray'd:
He yields, and calls the Soul but new undress'd,
And scarcely seated yet among the bless'd;
Bids it to Life and mortal Cares return,
Nor let th'afflicted Mother longer mourn:
With longing Eyes those happy Seats survey'd,
It bow'd, and then unwillingly obey'd;
Descending did with Horror first Survey
That Lump of cold disanimated Clay;
It must agen, at Heav'ns Command, inform,
Re-entring slow, the Limbs agen grew warm,
The chearful Blood its wonted Channels found,
--He sigh'd at length, and look'd amaz'd around;
But more his Mother, when the Prophet bore
The twice-born Youth, and did to her restore:
Wonder at once and Terror, Joy and Fear,
Exactly mingled in her Face appear;
Soon as her crowding Thoughts cou'd find a Vent,
I know, she said, that you from Heav'n are sent:
Your Mission true by this authentic Sign,
From God, from God you come, your Words are All divine.
Categories
Provenance
Searching "thought" and "crowd" in HDIS (Poetry)
Date of Entry
03/07/2006