"Come, thou heart-reviving Gleam, / Thou, of Comforters the best, / Thou, the Souls delightful Guest, / A refreshing sweet relief."

— Speed, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. 1679?)


Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed by J. C. for S. S.
Date
1677
Metaphor
"Come, thou heart-reviving Gleam, / Thou, of Comforters the best, / Thou, the Souls delightful Guest, / A refreshing sweet relief."
Metaphor in Context
See with what splendor Dives sits at mear,
With choice of Dainties, courting him to eat.
His Habit Purple, and his Linnen fine,
As if drest up on purpose here to dine.
How the Spectators look, and seem to say,
There's too much store provided for one day:
How many wretched Souls do beg for Bread,
Whilst this same Glutton hath his Table spreadaCome into us, Holy Ghost,
From thy bright Coelestial coast,
Send us a resplendant Beam:
Come, thou Father of the Poor,
Come, thou willing Gift-bestow'r,
Come, thou heart-reviving Gleam,
Thou, of Comforters the best,
Thou, the Souls delightful Guest,
A refreshing sweet relief;

Thou in toyl a resting seat,
Temper in excessive heat,
Solace to a Soul in grief.
O thou blessedest of Lights!
Those that love t'observe thy Rites,
With thy self their bosoms fill.
While thou'rt absent, nothing can
Be regardable in man;
Nothing can he act but ill.
What is sordid, mundifie;
Water, what is over-dry:
What is wounded, render sound;
Pliant make what's hard to yield;
Cherish what with Cold is chil'd;
Govern what is vagabond.
In the faithful that confide
In thy mercies, cause reside
All the train of Sev'n-fold Grace,
Give what Vertue's merit is,
Give th'accomplishment of Bliss,
Joys of an eternal Race. Amen.
With all varieties? And thus they show
Their envy: But alas, did they but know,
And well consider what his wants are, then
They'd pity him, as if the worst of men.
His Talent's rich: on earth there's none above it;
But he wants Grace and Wisdom to improve it.
All his Estate is but a mighty spoil;
He hath a Lamp, but that Lamp hath no Oyl.
He hath a Soul, but what doth that embrace?
Vain worldly Lusts; the opposites to Grace.
His House shines gloriously; but when all's done,
He hath the Star-light, but he wants the Sun.
A Friend to Vice, and Vertue's mortal hater;
Having the Creature, but not the Creator.
This world's a Torrent of false Joys; the boat
Is his vain life, doth on it dayly float.
His Silver Anchor is as weak as Sand;
Nor can his Gold conduct him safe to Land,
But rather sink him to the Misers Cell,
There to inhabit where damn'd Spirits dwell.
Can he be worth your envy then? forbear,
Rather in pity shed a Christian tear.
If he be happy, May it be thy will,
O Lord, that I be miserable still.
Give me thy Grace, although I'm clad in Rags;
Let Vice attend the Miser and his Bags.
Categories
Provenance
Searching "soul" and "guest" in HDIS (Poetry)
Citation
2 entries in ESTC (1677).

Text from Prison-Pietie: or, Meditations Divine and Moral. Digested into Poetical Heads, On Mixt and Various Subjects. Whereunto is added A Panegyrick to The Right Reverend, and Most Nobly descended, Henry, Lord Bishop of London. By Samuel Speed, Prisoner in Ludgate, London. (London: Printed by J[ames] C[ottrell], 1677). <Link to ESTC><Link to EEBO>
Date of Entry
03/13/2006
Date of Review
01/12/2012

The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.