AN EXPOSITION OF THE Divinely Prophetick SONG OF SONGS WHICH IS SOLOMONS. Beginning with the Reign of
David
and
Solomon▪
Ending in the Glorious Kingdom of our Lord JESUS CHRIST. Adjusted to the Expositor's Line of Time, and Illustrating it. And Composed into VERSE. By
T Beverley.
London,
Printed for the Author. 1687.
THE PREFACE TO THE
Exposition of
Solomon
's Song, by way of Justificacation; that the Exposition ought to be Prophetical.
THAT This Book of Holy Scripture hath been under a high Character of Honor in the Church of God, and hath Imprinted an Awe and Veneration of itself upon the Minds of Wise and Holy Men, is out of doubt, both among
Jews
and
Christians.
It is enough known, that the
Jews
prohibit any to read it, till the Sacerdotal or Thirtieth Year of Age; Now though this may savor of an over Fear, which in Religious Matters dwells at the next door to Superstition; Yet still it shows of how sublime a Majesty and Estimation this Song appeared to them.
And with the same profound Reverence all Christians approach it, who have any serious Sense of the Dread due to Sacred Oracles; This Thing therefore is not of any doubt.
But it is a Question of much greater Intricacy and Perplexity, what the drift, scope, and design of so uncontestably a Divine and Spiritual Song is.
The generality of Interpreters look upon it, as a Catholic seat, or Universe of Allegories, representing the Mystical Communion betwixt Christ, and his Spouse the Church, and every Believing Soul in it.
Now although I defer, as much as Any of the most Devoted to such Holy, Spiritual, and Heavenly Meditations, as are derived with Advantages of Piety and Prudence from this stupendous Allegory, Yet I cannot, for this very great Reason, Rest in that Expository Sentiment, that makes it the grand scope of the Holy Spirit to give Rist to such Meditations.
And this is my Reason; All parts of Scripture have some so limited, determinate, defined scope and end, that they cannot be misled from it by any Interpretation; But it cannot be imagined, or with any semblance supposed, that from this Song, there can be drawn a Frame or Platform, either of the state of the Church, or of particular Souls in Relation to their Communion with Christ, or of Religious Discipline, or Rules of Life, that should traverse and cut with variety of Motions, backward and forward, that so Indefinite variety, that these so manifold, both new and repeated Emblematisms require.
If then there be not a Frame and Model to stint and confine Interpretation, this Song must be left to the differing Phantasies of all its Interpreters, how many soever, and nothing left to control or correct them, who do but keep to the general Analogy of pious Sense, and natural Knowledge.
For when the whole Universe serves the Images of thi
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Sacred Poesie, and that every Sprig may some way resemble God; It may consequently be made serviceable to some spiritual Meditation, and moral Document; and so proportionably seeing the Communion betwixt Christ and his Church, is of the same Divine, Spiritual, and Holy Nature, every Particle of Nature used in this Song, shall be subject to as many Descants upon it, as there are Ingenies to extract them, agreeably to that foresaid Analogy of Faith, and common Philosophy: And so the Song, and the several parts of it,
unstable as Water,
having no consistent Figure of their own, shall receive s
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ape from every Vessel the Interpreter brings to it.
But it surpasses my Understanding or Belief, that so infinitely Wise, and divinely Prudent an Author, as the Holy Spirit, should write in such a Laxity as this, Known to whom are all his Works of Scripture from the beginning to the end; and all the various Censures and Senses each
Iota
of them shall undergo, and hath supreme and determinate Counsels of his own, which shall Over-rule them all. And so in this Song.
And indeed, if this Liberty, and Largeness of Interpretation were allowed, It would yet be never possible to give any decent and congruous Agreement betwixt the Spouse of Christ, and a
Company of Horses in
Pharaohs
Chariot, Teeth like a Flock of Sheep bearing Twins, Eyes as Fish pools, Locks bushy, and black as a Raven,
that should express the Communion betwixt Christ and his Church, without some other Key of Interpretation, that keeps the whole Tight to such a Frame and Model of things, as was before desired.
There are some Interpreters therefore (though so very few as hardly to escape the Note of singularity) and of very Venerable Name, who have understood by it a portraicture of the various States, through which the Kingdom of Christ hath passed in relation to his Church, and so reciprocally of his Church in relation to his Kingdom. And from these, I confess, I received the first Thoughts, that such a Table is most agreeable to this Divine Composure.
And herein I am not ashamed to acknowledgde, I have borrowed most light from that very Admirable Man, Mr.
Brightman,
with whom Mr.
Cotton,
that great Light of the Church of God in
New England
Symbolises.
And yet I have retired from them, in a careful Avoidance, to press these Divine Figures too hard, lest wringing them should bring forth Blood; or to make the pursuit too far, lest the Exposition should be too curious and minute: For in all Prophetical Expositions, I think, there is most safety of Truth in resting upon the Bulk and Body of
Scripture Prophecy,
and of
History,
when only
Human History
leads the Application; but when
Sacred History
conducts it, One may be much more bold, or where the Instance is singular and notorious, as in
Antiochus Epiphanes.
And, as I have retired in these particularities of Interpretation, from those two, by me so honored Expositors of this Song; so I have as freely dissented from them, wheresoever I see Reason.
And upon this occasion, I take liberty to make this Digression, and to observe; It is a very frivolous Undertaking, to attempt to bl
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st the Interpretation of Prophetical Interpreters, as of Mr
Mede,
Mr.
Brightman,
and that to me above all others most Indear'd Name of the most Learned, Pious, and Honoured Dr.
More,
on
Daniel,
and the
Apocalypse,
and Others; Because either Events have not answered their Calculations, or because they differ among themselves.
For herein is the great Mistake, Men are angry These Prophetical Expositors do not, as inspired Writers, give Oracles; Whereas God may wonderfully, and beyond the ordinary standard, assist his Servants in some grand Points, to bring Light into the World, and
to make great Efforts into the retired parts of Scripture,
viz.
the
Prophecies,
and yet leave them in many Particulars, to the Fallibility of their own Minds, and so to Mistakes.
For this is the Distinction betwixt the immediate Assistances of God, vouchsafed to the Sacred Pen-men, and Those, whom he leads by the Mediation of their own Learning, Search and Judgment: To the one, He dictates wholly from himself, To the other, by an Excitation of their Faculties to make a due Inquiry, and then to adjoin themselves to greatest Evidences of Reason: Together with which, he may as he pleases extraordinarily awaken, inject, infuse into their Minds, but so that the whole Assurance they have depends upon Evidence, and all they claim to of Assent, is upon the same Evidence; where this then fails, Mistake ensues, and Assent is not due.
From hence it follows; As they may mistake, so they may differ, and One be in the right upon better Evidence, where another is in the wrong upon no Evidence, or insufficient Evidence; Or Both may be Right, or in an Error on the same accounts, and yet Both these may be in great Things eminent Ministers of the Truth of God to his Church, and agree therein, being excited and conducted beyond the ordinary level of Men, to attain Evidences true and firm in such Points; where the generality, yea, where very few enter at all. And therefore those Mistakes and Differences, shall not in the least invalidate the great Truths, wherein they have Evidence, and wherein they Agree: For all is to be valued by Evidence; And Ignorance, Inapprehensiveness, Want of Diligence in others, in Trying and Judging these Evidences, to distinguish between Mistake and Truth, and their Rejection of all for want of such Infallibility and Agreement, makes no alterations in things themselves, which neither will deceive, nor can be deceived.
And withal observe, here are no more Grains of Allowance required in this Case, than in all kinds of Learning, Knowledge, Science, and Arts in the World, which do not proceed upon Infallibility, nor determine in any greater Universality of Consent. No not Theology itself, beyond the very express Assertions of Scripture: If Men have a greater Antipathy and Aversion to make out after, to try or to receive Prophetical Knowledge, and to think it Reason enough to do so, because Men mistake and differ, (which same thing they
do in all things) and though their Agreements in grand Points (as in all other Cases) is so valueable, It cannot be helped, till a better State of the World cure this so general Malady.
But to return from this long, but most necessary Digression upon this Occasion. Although I do with all Thankfulness acknowledge the Helps I have received, yet I humbly avow with lowliest Thanksgivings to God; I have proceeded upon these peculiar Grounds, derived from his Word alone.
I find no way of Interpretation so like to Circumscribe and Define the Sacred Sense of this Song, as a Prophetical Course of Time, which the Church passing through under the various Elevations and Depressions of the Kingdom of Christ, it becomes capable of these so various Pictures; And, as in the Course of Time, God requires and calls back what is past into wonderful Agreements with what is present and to come, upon which
Solomon
says,
There is no new thing under the Sun;
So in this Song, supposing it such a Table of Time, the Figures and Allegories in which those past things are pourtray'd, may be required and repeated; For the States come to be repeated in their likenesses also, and so the old Emblems are often recalled, and no new ones chosen for them.
1. This then laid in the Foundation, I farther observe; From the very Beginning to the End of this Song, there are under the Emblems of Spices of sweetest Smell, and richest Perfume, couched a preparation to a Royal
Annointing,
in agreement with the Great Title of Christ,
Messiab,
or
Anointed,
and also in allusion to
Paradise,
the Palace Royal of his Kingdom; in all these there is a Designation of his Kingdom, who is the Bridegroom, and the Beloved of his Church, His
Spouse,
and
Bride,
which makes this Song
Panegyrical
or Inaugurative.
2. Again therefore I observe, There is from the Beginning to the End of this Song a constant Design of drawing all the Preparations to a Marriage and Nuptial Solemnity, by the holiest, purest, and most ardent Affections, and all kind of Ceremonies, and Retinue, and Courtship for Espousals, and for the Glories and solemnization, that agree to the Nuptial Love and Honor Christ is pleased to put upon his
Spouse
and
Bride,
the Church; And that as Marriage (which is a great Mystery, as the Apostle says, speaking concerning
Christ
and his
Church)
was instituted in
Paradise,
and there had its Beginning; So in the
Paradise of God
it hath its Complement and Perfection. Now hereunto agree the so often mention of
Flowers, Gardens,
Virgins, a Bed, Espousals, and innumerable the like: by which this Song looks so like an
Epithalamium
or
Marriage-Song
between Christ and his Church,
Revel. c.
19.
c.
21.
3. Further, Because as the Grandeur of a Kingdom was by the Ancients addulced and sweetened with the Emblems of the Tenderness, Care and Propriety of a Shepherd in his Flock; and that the Entertainments of Love and Amorous Contemplations were agreeable to the Shepherd's Life: Therefore in this
Song,
there is so often mention of
Kids, Sheep, Goats, Roes,
and
Hinds, Lions, Leopards, Roes
and
Hinds of the Field
of a wilder Race; of
Shepherds,
and the
Mountains
They and their Flocks walk upon, whereby this Song hath so much of a
Pastoral
in it.
4. And lastly, Because Enemies are oft to be overcome, before Kingdoms can be enjoyed in Peace and Luster; there is therefore so often mention of Valiant
Men, Arms, Armory,
and
Armies,
by which this Song becomes Heroic and Triumphal.
And all these things are drawn into Song, according to the general Usage in ancient Times to Compose into Poesy▪ both their Wars, the Glory of their Kings, and also their Amours, and Pastoral Divertisements.
From these Considerations then, we may have a general prospect and view upon the Frame and Model of this Song, and so as to fix it, and not leave it to the Pleasure of every
Mercurial
Fantasy.
5. Seeing every Course of Time, that is to be limited and circumscribed, and portrayed, as in a Model and Table, must have a Point, when it begins, and when it ends, and a medium or middle Line, in which it runs along; I observe there are great Inducements, as possibly we can desire, to begin the Song in
David,
who was the first Royal Ancestor of Jesus Christ, the King of his Church, and the most Eminent
Typical Messiah,
or
Anointed of the Lord, Anointed with holy Oil:
A King raised from a Shepherd to be so, wherein he was as it were by Education fitted to a Pastoral Government, and prepared to become the
sweet Singer of Israel,
in agreement so far with this Song, and a most renowned▪ Warrior, who Atchieved by
Conquest his Kingdom, and was therein eminently a
Prophet
and a
King,
and not without some providential Resemblance of a Priest, in being girded with the
Priestly Ephod
before the Lord; Thus every way in so Eminent a Personage, this Song was to begin, who was so great a Type, and also in his
Psalms
so great a Prophet of Christ's Kingdom, as therein to give the
Kisses of Christ's mouth,
as he in his several Annointings, diffused the
savor of Christ's Oyntments,
and drew
the Virgins after him.
In Union with
David, Solomon
his Son is to be join'd, who enjoyed in Splendor, Peace, and Magnificence the Kingdom that was the Acquest of
David
's Wars, whose many
Wives
and
Concubines,
like the sixty Queens, the eighty Concubines, and
Virgins without number, [c.
6. 8.] which make the Spouse of Christ, and especially his
Marriage of
Pharaoh
's Daughter
with Royal Estate, are greatly serviceable to this Song, and to the Representations it gives of the Spouse of Christ, and of his Marriage to it: For that most Illustrious and Celebrated Queen,
Pharaohs Daughter,
(undoubtedly a Convert to the God of
Israel,)
was not only a Type of the
Gentile Church
in general but particularly of its State in the
Philadelphian Interval,
so highly Honoured,
Revel.
3.
And for her, as a Type of the Church in that state, that Divinely Prophetick
Fourty fifth Psalm
was composed in so much Agreement with
this Song; a Song of Loves,
set to a Musical Instrument, or Tune, called
Shoshannim,
or the
Lilies,
among which, this Song Represents so often Christ and his Church Feeding; an Emblem of Purity at last set in Glory and Luster.
Now the Principal Intention of that
Psalm,
is under the Type of
Solomon
and
Pharaoh
's Daughter to Represent Christ Anointed, as on the Mount of Spices, for his Appearance on his Royal Throne; and taking his Church in the
Philadelphian
state to Himself, as his Bride, agreeable with the close of this
Song:
agreeable with the Promises to the
Philadelphian Church,
agreeable with
Revel.
19. and
c.
21.
And the very silence of
Solomon's Israelitish Wives,
seems not to be without a Mystery; but to express that long Desolate state of the whole
Seed of Israel
under the Gospel, and yet there is a Revival at last in the
Shulamite,
as
Solomon
had undoubtedly
Israelitish Wives,
and in his Repentance Return'd to them, c. 6. 12, 13.
And even in those Wives of the Idolatrous Nations,
Solomon
took, who
Turn'd away his Heart from God,
He may be thus far a Type of the Love of Christ to the
Heathen Idolatrous World,
and also of that great Scandal, This hath against him the True
Messiah
given so long to the
Jews,
from which yet Christ shall be vindicated at the Conversion of ALL, as
Solomon
is by
this Song,
together with the Book of
Ecclesiastes,
Vindicated from the Infamy of his Idolatry; It being so Royal a Monument of his Repentance: This
Solomon
was also He, who Built the
Temple of God,
and his own House of State, that serve also in this
song
as Types; who lastly was a great Prince in Wisdom, and the
Largeness of his Mind.
This so great a Type, yea so great a Prophecy of Christ in his own Person and Reign, and Marriages, is commissioned as the most Elect Person to
sing this song,
this
Prophetical song
of the Kingdom of Christ, as
David
did in so many
Psalms.
And such a Song was to be expected from so great a Prince, and such a Son of
Wisdom,
whose Wisdom had not been perfect in Honor, without such a Prophecy of the Kingdom of Christ; Seeing Prophecy and Prophecy of Christ was the highest point of Wisdom; And it stands with
Ecclesiastes
as a Monument of the Repentance of this Great King after his Fall.
Let then the
Epoch
of this
Song
be
David
's and
Solomon
's Reign in Conjunction, and the beginning of the Course of Time to Christ's Kingdom in this
Song,
fixed here; And immediately after
Solomon
's death begins not a new Course, but a new Character of this Course of Time, carried on from Time to Time in the most Known, Remarkable, and Chronicular Events, of greatest Renown in Scripture-History, or Prophecy, or Both; or
Scripture Prophecy,
and
Human History
that cannot be denied, nor to have been such noble Events.
Now then if in the very same order these Events keep with the Course of Time, They have also such fit Emblems and Resemblances of them in
this Song,
and in the same order that They have all along to this very Day in the Course of Time, I cannot account this less than great Evidence, This
Song
is such a Frame or Table of Time, as I assert it.
And that these may stand Fair, Visible, and Together; I have Calendar'd them in the Annexed Table, and Referr'd them to each part of this
Song,
together with their References to each Page of the Book; and also according to their Situation, and Place in the
Course of Time, and according to that Settlement I have endeavor'd to vindicate to them that in Course of Time, by
My Line of Time.
Now I cannot but add, as a farther Evidence of the
Epoch of this Song,
and that it designs a Course of Time, of which I gave Intimation just now,
viz.
That after the Reign of
David
and
Solomon,
In the Division of the
Ten,
and the
Two Tribes,
making
a House of Judah,
and
a House of Israel, Ezekiel's Days for Years Began,
as an Introduction of
Prophetical Time,
and, as shall be declared a
Medium,
or
Mediation
betwixt
Historical
and
Prophetical
Time: and on which the whole Course of Prophetical Time Runs; Upon this very point of Time, This
Song
gives those two Remarks. 1. Of that Division, by the
Tents of Kedar,
and
the Curtains of Solomon,
And then of
Rehoboam
's Servitude under
Shishak, King of Egypt,
where to distinguish, or rather to make most notorious that Time; There is a more Uncouth Resemblance, than is to be found in the whole
Song
beside,
viz. I have compared Thee, O my Love, to a Company of Horses in
Pharaoh
's Chariot,
c. 1. 5. 9. as is Declared in the Exposition.
A Second Thing I cannot but add in Confirmation of the Cou rse of Time, is, That forasmuch as it was Fore-seen, there would not be after the
History of the Acts of the Apostles, Scripture History
to bear up the
Prophecy of Daniel,
looking beyond that Time; nor of the
Apocalypse,
Given after that Time, We have therefore
before the Apostolical
Time a Precedent of depending upon the most undoubted Human History, for one of the most Remarkable Prophecies in the Judgment of all Expositors, and in which some would fain Absolve all
Daniel
's Prophecy,
viz.
the Tyranny of
Antiochus, Taking away the Daily Sacrifice;
as great a Tyranny and
Desolation
of their Worship, for the short time it lasted, or greater than any the
Jewish Church
suffered till their
Final Desolation;
And This, though so solemnly prophesied of by
Daniel,
we have only the
History of the Maccabees
and of
Josephus
to depend upon for the Exposition of it; And it is counted so enough, that no Interpreter doubts it.
Why then should we not be as well satisfied in undoubted
Human History
concerning the
Roman Antichrist,
the Antitype to
Antiochus,
that he is that
Man of Sin
in 2
Thessal.
2. and the
Beast, Rev.
c. 13. c. 17. And it is very remarkable, how much in the same Emblems
This Song
may be fairly supposed to Descant on Both, as it were the
Type
and the
Antitype;
The
Type,
c. 3. before the
Incarnation.
The
Antitype,
c. 6. before the preparation of All Things, and their running on to the Glory of Christ's Kingdom, in
c.
7.
c.
8. And while there is an Agreement, the due Distances are also maintained.
Thus the
Epoch,
and so much of the Running on of the Course being Remonstrated upon, let us consider the Period and Conclusion, and see if the Song does not draw all things to their Consummation in the Glory of Christ's Kingdom, as into the Time of the Fullest Confluence of all to the True Church of Christ, as
one Gentile Church,
viz.
the Fulness of the Gentiles;
The
Antichristian Converts;
and the
Reformed Churches;
Then the
Jews
or
two Tribes
Congregated to it, as the
Princes of the East looking out as the Morning;
and at last the Ten Tribes; And then the
whole Mountain of Spices
flows into an Everlasting Unction of Christ into his Kingdom, who is then Anointed
with the Oil of Joy above his Fellows:
A Kingdom above all Kingdoms, and beyond which, There is nothing but Eternity.
And Concurrent with this End, is the Highest Purity, the most Ardent Love betwixt Christ and his Church, the fullest Enjoyment, as in not only a Supreme, but an only Kingdom; and, as in the Paradise of God; as is so Remarkable, that it cannot be missed in the latter part, or the three last Chapters
of the Song:
What then can, if This does not deserve to be the Period and Point of the Course of Time, and of this Song Commensurate to it; and so Adequate to
Daniel
's last Words of
Prophecy,
and the drawing up all to an End in the
Revelation.
Upon the whole then, There cannot be a greater proof of a Frame,
system,
or Model in any Writing, that doth not openly declare itself to be so, than to find out a just Order and Series, and due Connection in the Parts; Nor in a
Mystical
Frame, than that the Parts do fairly Express and Expose the Things, that in such a Frame, They are supposed to Expose: And if it be accounted in
Philosophy
a good Discharge to give an
Hypothesis
or Scheme of Nature agreeable, and to keep All Appearances safe in Relation one to another; I hope it will be Esteemed a good Acquittal of my Undertaking, not only to Project a Frame or
System
of this, but to find that Frame laid in
Scripture-History,
and
Prophecy,
or in
Scripture-Prophecy,
and Uncontestable
Human History,
as of
Antiochus
his Tyranny just now to this purpose Instanc'd, and to find the Images of
Prophetick Song
all along Agreeing.
And I hope, it will be no more disallowed to Expound
this Song
into a continued Parable without dowright Demonstration, than it is to Expound the Parts of
this Song
in several and particular Parables, with as little Demonstration as General Interpreters do: In fine, that the whole Song so laid into a Parable, may be Accepted▪ as well as any other Theological Parable, of which there are Examples, seeing all the Parts and Lines on which it is grounded, are undoubtedly Divine, and the Exposition so fairly put for, to be Justified as Divine also.
For I acknowledge, That which enabled me to bring this Song into the Contexture, wherein it is now Presented, and that which gave me also the occasion, and the Engagement to do it, is,
The Scripture-Line of Time,
I lately Published, To which I have in the Title declared, It is Adjusted; and which I have pursued along in the Exposition of the Song, both in the Signification of the Emblems, and in the Notes of Time.
And it is upon This Hope, that These two may give Light and Strength, one to another.
For the same Things variously Represented, make them clearer and easier to general Apprehension; Some Things being plainer to some in one Dress, to some in another, and each gives Light to the other, when They are Compar'd.
And in this Song, and its Exposition, Things lie much nearer and closer one to another; They are more suddenly seen and Apprehended, more easily Grasp'd, and more easily Remembered: And what requires either fuller Discourse, or Proof, may be sought in those larger Prophetical Discussions of the Line of Time.
But above All, The Compare of these Three Great Prophets, (besides others)
viz. Solomon, Daniel, John,
the Three Beloveds, does exceedingly enlighten and strengthen my Prophetical Scheme; For when the Three Frames differ in Circumstances, and yet agree in Essentials; There can be no greater Conviction of a Design'd Scheme of Prophecy, nor happier Conduct into it, than their compare one with another: And such a three-fold Cord is not easily broken. And in the Mouth of not Two but Three Witnesses, every word is Established.
I have chosen to Present this Song in Verse, in Conformity to the Divine Poesy, not pretending to Excel herein, much less to come
within any distance of the Original; but to come something nearer the High Spirit, and Lofty Air of this Song, than plain Exposition in Prose could do; I am also in Hope, that the Diversion and Acceptableness of Words in number and measure, may Invite to the Consideration of the Matter so conveyed, and that while the Poetry is Censur'd and Condemn'd, yet the Sense may slide in, and lay hold of the Judgment.
And lest any Difficulty in such a stinted Form of Words should occur, I have by brief Notes Explaining Words and sense, endeavored to Illustrate such Difficulties.
And, as I desire, This Poem should look backward to the Line of Time I have already, or shall with this offer to any Hand, so I desire It should look forward to a second Part, now in the Press, and wherein I Beg the assistance of all who shall be induced to favor the Undertaking.
To conclude, That all Things may be made most plain, I have placed this Table, as in Entrance to the Exposition of this Song; That everyone may run and Read those great Heads of Prophecy in their order, and in the Series of Time, wherein they are set; the Events themselves none can deny to be the greatest, that can be found in
Scripture-History,
or supposed in
Scripture-prophecy,
nor call in question their successive Order in Time; So that everyone may compare the Images, which are undoubtedly Divine, and then set them close to the Exposition, which is in the
Line of Time
endeavor'd to be proved Divine also, by immediate Scripture Consequence; and when their place in Time cannot be contested what can be doubted;
There is but one grand Event, which I can think of, which can in this Song be supposed to be omitted; And that is the Desolation of the
Jews
by the
Romans:
But that, asunfit for a
Song of Loves
is glided over, and rather supposed by the
Gentile Church,
entering into the whole play of the Song then described, even as God's
Casting
the
Ten Tribes
out of
his sight,
is silently made known by the Songs Reference to the House of
Judah
only: And observe, those
Jewish Desolations
are shaded over in the
Red Horse
of War in the
Apocalypse,
and
given
in
Daniel,
but in the way of Appendage to the Cutting off the
Messiah.
But most fully given
Ezek.
c. 16. c. 23.
To Conclude, as I humbly Beg the Prayers of All, who have Favor for Endeavors in the Clearing of
Prophecy;
So I most Humbly and Ardently Pray for Blessing from Above, upon what is here Presented, that we may Read and Understand this Prophecy,
and may wait and come to the End of the
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Days, For the Time is at Hand.
A TABLE OF THE GRAND EVENTS Relating to the Kingdom of Christ, and the States of his Church, from the Kingdom of
David
begun, to his own Glorious Appearance in his Kingdom; given in this Song.
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AFTER the general Argument,
Solomon's
Preface, and the Expositors Preface,
p. 1. p. 2.
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[Years of the World, 2949]
David's
Reign began, and with
Solomon's
Reign made eighty years,
p. 3. p. 4, 5.
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[Years of the World, 3029]
Jeroboams
Reign, and the parting of the Kingdoms,
p. 6, 7.
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Rehoboams
Reign,
p. 8.
-
Asaes
and
Jehosaphats
Reign,
p. 9.
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The Reign of
Ahaziah, Joash, Amaziah,
omitted in the Genealogy of Christ, compared to a bundle of Myrrh in the Night
p. 10.
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Abiiam, Joram, Ahaz, Manasseh,
before Repentance,
Amon,
those worst Kings bundled with
Uzziah,
and
Jotham,
and
Manasseh
after Repentance, as Camphire or Cypress giving some sweetness
p. 11.
-
Hezekiah's,
and
Josiah's
Reign
p. 11.
-
The Reigns of
Jehoahaz, Jehoiakim, Jeconiah, Zedekiah, p. 12, 13.
-
[Years of the World, 3389]
The Captivity of the seventy years, beginning in
Jehoiakim’s
sixth and seventh years,
p. 13, 14.
-
The return of the Captivity,
p. 15, 16, 17.
-
[Years of the World, 3459]
The settled State of the Church under
Ezra
and
Nehemiah, p. 17, 18.
-
The division of Time by the Mountains of
Bether,
before and after the Captivity,
p. 19, 20.
-
Antiochus Epiphanes
making the Sanctuary desolate; according to
Daniel's
Prophesy, and the History of the
Maccabees, p. 21.
-
The Recovery of the Temple-Worship, and Christ in it, till the Incarnation,
p. 22.
-
[Years of the World, 3987]
The Incarnation of Christ,
p. 24.
-
[Years of the World, 4020]
The Death and Resurrection of Christ,
p. 25.
-
[Year of Christ 33. 34.]
A Description of the Apostolic Church,
p. 26, 27.
-
The Ascension of Christ,
p. 28, 29.
-
The sending down of the Holy Spirit,
p. 29, 30.
-
The Gentiles called, and becoming a Sister Church,
p. 31.
-
The Gentile Church becoming as the only Church, and the
Jews
under silence: with the Scripture Admonitions in that case,
p. 32.
-
The sealed Time entering, wherein the Kingdom of Christ is stayed, and the State of the Churches under the Apocalyptic Symbols of
Ephesus;
and of
Smyrna,
under the Heathen, and under the Christian Emperors,
p. 33, 34, 35, 36.
-
[Of the World 4424]
[Year of Christ 437]
The Apostasy of the Christian Church, under the Church of
Pergamos,
symboliz'd in the
Revelation, p. 37, 38, 39, 40.
-
The distribution of the
1260
Days of the Witnesses Sackcloth, the Woman in the Wilderness, under the Gentiles
42
months, and the Beasts
42
months knitting one into another, and becoming equal with the
1260
days,
p. 41, 42.
-
[Year of Christ about 1400.]
The Description of the Churches true Beloved, in the Church of
Thyatira,
in opposition to Antichrist,
p. 43, 44, 45, 46.
-
[Year of Christ 1527, and forward.]
The Churches of the Reformation,
Thyatira; Sardis,
and
Philadelphia,
searching for the Beloved, and called Protestants,
p. 47, 48.
-
[World, 5684]
[Christ, 1597]
The State of the
Philadelphian
Churches Interval, or the last
75
years of the
2300, p. 49, 50, 51.
-
The calling of the
Jews
of the two Tribes,
p. 56.
-
The Spouse praises the Jewish Body coming into Union with it,
p. 58, 59, [60, 61, 62.
-
The
Jews
return thus distinctly placed, the Song returns to the one Spouse so graced, who now speaks,
p. 63, 64.
-
The earnest desire of the Church for the Personal Appearance, and Reign of Christ in Human Nature,
p. 64, 65.
-
The Appearance of the Ten Tribes as on the sudden,
p. 65, 66.
-
The Spouse concerning those Ten Tribes newly returned, and the Answer of the Ten Tribes,
p. 67, 68.
-
[Year of the World, 5759]
[Year of Christ 1772]
A Description of the supreme Kingdom of Christ under the Parable of
Solomon's
Royal Vineyard; with a Conclusion comprizing Christ's Incitation of his Church to desire his Appearance, and the Churches Prayers for it; like the end of the
Revelation, p. 69, 70.
Cant. 8. 13, 14. Revel. 22, 17, 20.
compared.
Cause me to hear the Companions Hearkening to thy Voice.
Make haste, my Beloved, and be thou like a young Roe on the Mountain of Spices.
The Spirit and the Bride say, Come. Let him that heareth or hearkeneth to this Voice, say, Come. ALL SAID, Come Lord Jesus come quickly.
The Argument.
AN Exposition of the Divinely Prophetick
Song of Songs, which is Solomon's:
The
Epoch
or Beginning of which is to be Fixed at
David
's Unction,
[Year of the World about 2950.]
or Annointing into the Kingdom of
Judah
and
Israel,
who was the Grand Typical
Messiah:
The Period of this Song is in
The Glorious Kingdom of Jesus Christ,
the True
Solomon,
King of
Peace,
King of
Glory,
the Son of
David,
the Only True
Messiah:
In a Prayer for this Kingdom, This Song of
Solomon, Jedidiah,
the Beloved of the Lord, Ends; Thus—
Make haste, my Beloved; And be Thou as a Roe, or a young
Hart on the Mountain of Spices,
chap. 8. ult.
Even as the Beloved Daniel Ends in the
Blessedness of that End of Days,
Dan. 12. ult.
And the Beloved Disciple
John
in that Prayer, Even so come Lord Jesus, shuts up his
Revelation.
The Exposition is composed into Verse, in Imitation of the Divinely Inspired Poesie, in which the Holy Spirit Dictated it to
Solomon.
The Persons speaking are,
-
The Spouse of the King,
-
The True Church.
-
The King himself,
-
Jesus Christ, God-Man.
-
The Chorus, or Choir,
-
The Saints of every Age.
The Sacred Text, with the Times of each Stanza, or Canticle of this Song, Adjusted to the Expositor's
Line of Time,
and Illustrating it, is given, with short Marginal Notes for the Explication of any Difficulties in Words, or Sense.
Solomon
's
Preface.
[Chap. 1]
[ver. 1]
The Song of Songs which is
Solomon's.
THis Divine Song of Songs
To
Solomon
belongs;
The Life to Christ alone.
The Preface of the Expositor.
MAy
th' Holy Breath now fill my humble Sails,
That swelled King
Schelom
's Thoughts with first born Gales;
While Sp'rite Divine did th' Royal Phant'sy steer,
He sung the Song, the World of Songs cannot Peer;
A Song, that Sacred Senses Enterweaves
With Prophecies so high, that
Sybils
leaves
So famed, to Ballads dwindle in Compare,
Or silenced
Oracles; This does declare
That Princely Stem, whom
David
's Kingly Root
From Low Beginnings did in
Schelom
shoot
'Bove Earthly Kings, and still in
David
's Son,
And Lord, much higher lifts true
Solomon
Till Heaven opens, and on Skies he rides
Triumphant, and all Power Endless guides:
Fix then the Foot of
Schelom
's Inspir'd Lays
In Regnant
David
's first Anointed Days;
And there of Right; For there the Olive thriv'd
Into a Scepter, and its Oil derived:
From
hence those Holy Concerts are displayed
Which 'twixt True
Schelom
and his Church are laid,
Wherein its
Hieroglyphics
are carv'd out
Through every Stage of Time, and which
Redoubt
Its State; not such ofttimes as Poets paint
Their Beauties in, not in the vulgar Quaint
Of Phancy, but in Images, low, plain,
Divinely
sensy, solid, free from vain,
And yet so High, no mortal Quill can touch,
Nor Mysteries in humble Phrase so couch:
This Song is enterchang'd 'twixt
th' Spouse, and King,
Who turn it round, as 'twere in Holy Ring;
The
Choir of Saints informs, censures, approves,
Condoles,
conjoyes, as each occasion moves.
The Spouse.
David
's
Reign of forty Years.
LET thirsty me now drink the Crystal Breath,
That from his Word, like Kisses followeth,
While
Israel's
sweetest Singer with Harp skims
The tuned melting Air; The
Nectar swims
Around my Lips, with Raptures all Divine,
More Rich, more
Vivid than the flavour'd Wine;
While Truth in Streams itself thus Disembogues,
As chastest Kisses, Loves sweet
Dialogues,
I own them; and from Him, whom my Soul loves,
Who all His Favors into Life improves.
Oh thou the True Annoint'd,
Messiah
hight,
Thy God-like
Oyntments give thy Name the Right.
Thy fragrant
Atoms
draw the
Virgin Souls,
Seiz'd with thy Holy Flames, they meet in
Sholes
Within thy pure Embrace, piercing the Type
Of thy Grand Sire, and by that Conduit Pipe
Arrive to thee, Great Savior, whose large Wing
Shaded thy Father, who of Thee did sing
With highest Pleasure, and with strongest Trust
Thou'dst raise His Scepter with himself from Dust.
Solomon's Reign,
36
years, from the Temple begun;
40
in the whole.
But though thy fragrant Oyntments Virgins win
To thee, the
bloody Fields, and Camps within
Yet more them move, The Rooms of Love, and State
Chambers in
Schelom
's Temple Emblemate
Where greater Freedoms of Thy Love, Thy Grace,
May former
Scenes of Misery efface.
The Goblets crowned with the lusty Wine
Did not at th'
Dedication so Refine
Our drooping Spirits, as Thy nobler Love,
The Characters of which what can remove?
Not
Schelom
's After-fall, no tempting Feasts
On Idol Sacrifices; Our warm
Quests
Still Thee alone pursue; no foolish Fire
Of
Ast'roth, Milchom, Chemosh,
us inspire;
The Upright love Thee, and recall Thy Love,
However
Schelom
with his Pleasures move.
Chorus.
But even He
repenting to this Point
Thy Self returned,
Ecclesiast Anoinct
And so Atton'd, this Song of Songs He sings,
As Royal Prophet mount'd on Heavenly Wings,
Leading thy Spouse through all its Shades and Vales,
Till in thy lasting Arms He it Empales
On Mount of Spices, where this Song is drowned,
Rather with lasting
Hallelujahs Crown'd:
Thus happy were the
Davidean
Days,
Thus happy
Schelom's,
till His Fall deep lays
The Ground of future Woe
the lasting Schism
Of Tribes united in the Holy
Chrism.
The Church is still but One, for Truth, for God
Are only one, Churches under one Rod
Are therefore gathered; One, However still'd
By th' differing Names of People, where they are Fil'd;
Thus does the Church in
Jeroboams
share
Of th' Ten Trib'd Kingdom, celebrate its Care
To be reputed; Those whose Lips, whose Knees
Ne'r kissed, never bowed to Calvish Deities:
Thus does the Spouse in those unspotted Souls
With Reason mourn;
The Spouse.
Jeroboam
's
Reign.
Look black: Through coarsest shades my Beauty shines,
My graceful Meine the thickest Clouds Refines;
While Tyranny secludes me from my Love,
Shrin'd in his Temple; Grant,
I seem to move
Like
Kedars
Tents, yet whilst my Worship's Pure,
Still
Scheloms
Curtains as my Guard ensure
My Chast Embraces; Let no scornful Eye
Dwell on my tawn'd discolored
Physnomy.
To
Salem
's Daughters do I now appeal,
That they all rigid Censures would repeal,
'Cause near
Baal
-Sun, I am placed; Too close his Beams
Have plaid upon me,
in his scorching Gleams
Th' angry Tribes have set me, t' enforce my Care
Of Vineyards, Churches wild, and strange, I dare
Not own; But Guardian of my only Own
Idolatry encircul'd with a
Crown
Forbids me, Oh may this deep'
•
st Claim
To latest Ages sound, and Purge my Name.
Tell me, my Love, Thou deep Love of my Soul,
From thy own Lips I'd hearit; No feigned
Escroul
Shall me seduce, when superstitious Rage
Pursues like Noon-tide Beams, and would engage
All to itself; My Love, where is it then
Thoud'st have thy Flock to Feed, and Rest? For when
I would not lewdly stray, and Prostitute
What's Sacred to thyself at the false Suit
Of those would be thy Rivals, I am in fear
How to secure my Faith and Love, and where
I ought to wait thy Presence; Tell me now,
What I, my Love, from Thee alone would know.
The King.
Oh fairest Beauty of the Female Race,
Thy Chastness, not thy Ignorance I Grace,
For since thy Faith thy Love led by my word
Is true to me, thy Savior, Husband, Lord,
If thou knowest not what ease'lie may be known;
As where my Word is, there's my Flock alone,
So where thou find'st my Flock to numbers swell,
And where my Shepherds in their fixed Tents dwell
There do I choose my Rest; with two, or three,
(Where with my Word more cannot) yet I will Be:
Thou knowest
Salem
hath my Temple now
Its Chambers, as with Tents, my Priests endow:
My Flock is folded there, whose frequent Print
Guides thee, the Shepherds Tents thy motions stint,
Where, as by Natures instinct thy soft Kids
May learn to Feed, as Holy Order bids.
Chorus.
This is the Image of the Ten-Trib'd state,
Till it's so long
Assyrian
exulate,
But as to
Judah
's Scepter-bearing Tribe,
And to the Church in that, thus does describe
This Holy Song: What th' Sovereign Powers are,
As such, it does bespeak the Church; with Care
It's Beauty's yet secured; And the Kings Love
It still is duly still'd; Nothing does move
That Character; A Priestly Kingdom it
Is
made by Christ, so must its Beauty sit
To such Portraictures, as its Princes Reigns
Deserve; while richer Blood yet fills its Veins,
Then by its Counterfeits is seen; when ill,
To give them yet with Grace approves the skill;
To these plain shades the King too's pleased to stoop
Himself, that under them his Spouse may'nt droop:
Distinct the Kings are set, who're th' Spouses joy;
Whose
sterling Reigns are all of pure alloy;
These in their Order, but those ranked between
Who were the Bad, that th' Good may be their screen,
Wrapt up in short to heal the Churches wrong,
This Be the Key to th' Ciphers of this Song:
But
Rehoboam
's Reign, as a new source
Of Time to fix, and guide the certain course
Must have its single shade, and though not fine
(Bless'd Spouse) to sort the Beauty, that is Thine
Yet by its service, it must Recompence
Its Uncouth disagreement to Loves sense.
The King.
Rehoboam's Reign.
Oh how am I, my Love, surprised to see
Thy
Two-trib'd
Judah
's low
servility,
As if in Triumph
Pharaoh-Shishak
's state
Were Chariotted by thy
Duumvirate
Of Tribes, as lofty Steeds are curbed and bowd
To serve such proud Grandezza; this black Cloud
Encloses thee, my Spouse, and dwells upon
Thy Glory under
Schelom
's Less-wise
Son.
Asa's Reign.
But I, my Love, am Ravish'd with the change
That
Asa
's brighter Days bring on; The Range
Of Grace, and Beauty on thy Cheeks, like rows
Of Jewels, from whence
chastest Luster grows:
The Wreaths of th' Holy League, like Golden chains
Twine round thy Neck, guarding thy Azure Veins:
His Reformation purged off the Soil
That had so deep Attaint'd the Sacred Oil;
Divine Favors shall soon Remark Thy Zeal
Of Purity; Victory and Public Weal
Shall be like Golden Borders, whose grave scite
Enliv'd with Silver Stars shall sparkle Light;
The Medal of thy Well-mixed Reformation
Is Peace, and Glory's Concert through thy Nation.
The Spouse.
Jehoshaphat's Reign.
To Thee, my Princely Love, I thus rej'yne,
Bless'd be thy Favor, blessed thy Grace Divine;
For while thy Table condescends so low,
My Spicknard feels the Virtue, and doth flow
In Streams so free, that
Judah
's utmost Bounds
Find the Attractive, Echo back the sounds
Of Truth; while the
Spikenard's Effluxes fly,
And make returns to Thee by
Sympathy.
Chorus.
This is the state of Things, while
Asa's
Son
The Good
Jehoshaphat,
ascends the Throne.
The Spouse.
But now, my highest Love, a blacker frame
Of things I sing, under thy Royal Name;
While wicked
Ahab's
Line create a Night
Of
Inter-reign in Sacred Rolls: Delight
In thy Pure self, becomes my only stay,
Without the Kingly Types to underlay
My Thoughts; Lodg'd 'twixt my Breasts, like rich Perfume▪
Of Myrrh shall lie thy Oil, till Thou resume
My Kings into thy
Genealogy;
Of Myrrh, I say,
of thy Pedagogy
Fit Emblem; whose wise Rod chastises Sin
With Mercy; thus Myrrhs sweetest Odours win
The intic'd Smell, while bitter
Gustoes chide
The too bold Taste, and Appetite deride.
As I my Love have modestly conveyed,
In least offensive terms, what would upbreid
Our Pleasure in those three Attainted Kings;
With Awes so of my Love, my Sorrow sings
Their Reigns,
Whose Character is much too foul
For Holy Love in Crystal Airs t' Enroul,
Except Attoned in their worst Ferment
By those of
some, though not the richest scent,
Whose
Cypress is the Nobler cause it grows,
And with
Hen-Gedies
Vines its Odor flows;
For the rich Soil of th' Holy Land doth raise
The Virtue of its Shrubs, if any Praise
Of true Religion shall in them be found,
Though not with
David
's Purity they are Crown'd.
The King.
Hezekiah's Reign.
But now the Scene is changed, my Love's all Fair,
And only Fair, no Clouds near to Impair
Thy Beauty; But thy Eyes are Chaste and Clear
As Doves; No Idols
Grimace dares appear;
Thus
Hezekiah
's well Reformed State
Thy Beauties Fame to Ages doth dilate.
The Spouse.
Josiah's Reign.
My best Belov'd, the Praise of all is Thine,
Thine is the Glory, while the Comfort's mine;
All Beauty I can own is Thine reflex'd,
As the Worlds Light is Heavens Ray's
convex'd;
Thou dart'st those purest Splendors from thy Face,
Josiah
's Holy Reign is from thy Grace;
Whose Early years, as Greens of th' Verdant Spring
Give flourish to our Bed, and Pleasures bring,
Fresh as the Blossoms of his blooming Youth,
In purest Worship, and Research of Truth,
Which still his growing Years
consolidate
Firm as the Cedar Beams, those Trees of State,
And the Firr Rafters, which the Temples Pile
By his Repairing hand secured in File.
CHAP. II.
Chorus.
THus far the Churches Sceptred Time is brought,
Guarded by
Princes, and its Battels fought
By Absolute Supremes;
The feeble Tree,
As now Effete for Scepters
yields in
Fee
The Crown to
Egypt's, Babels
Princes; For to stem
The Tide her own sustain not;
Th' Diadem
At length from off
the Palsy'd Head was spurn'd
By Heavens just Decree, thrice overturned;
Decreed so to remain; Till He shall come
Whose Right's recorded in the Sacred Tome;
And to that Rightful Prince the mournful Spouse,
Defenceless seeming, thus her Plaints doth rouse;
The Spouse.
The Reigns of Jehoahaz, Jehoiakim, Jeconiah, Zedekiah.
I am the
Rose in
Scharon
's open Field
Expos'd to Danger, covered with no Shield,
Lick'd off by th' Beast, whose undiscerning Nose
No odds makes 'twixt the Thistle and the Rose,
Except more ease'lie crop'd; And yet its Beard
Of prickles warns th' unwary Heard.
But more defenceless I, the Lily like
The Vales along, no Weapon have to strike
The untaught Foot, trampling without offense
My Beauty, and unarmed Innocence.
The King.
My Love, thou slipp'st the wisdom of my Care,
For while thy Native Guards thus leave thee bare,
The
Brutal Nations have not yet the scope
To range upon Thee
; For they Enterlope
One on another, wreathed by my hand,
Like Thorns around the Lily, till they stand
As
Palizado'd on each side so strong,
That what may seem to press, shields thee from wrong.
The Daughters of the Nations pay defense,
Though unawares, to my Loves Excellence;
Surpassing them as Lilies do the Thorn,
Which take Defense but their Defense adorn:
The Spouse.
My Dearest Love, by thee instruct'd I own
Thy Goodness, Wisdom, Power, all are shown
In this
Economy of Guard; And I repay
Thy Love with Love of parallel Essay
For as the
Tree whose Fruit, and not whose
State
Exalts its Name in the Trees
Democrate
So now
thy Cedar-Rule torn up by
storm
Is lower'd to a
Presidential Form,
Yet with most Thankful sense, I praise the Grace
Of Rule, but just removed from
Populace;
For this dwarf Government still leads to Thee
Great King of Kings made by
August'st
Decree
How pleasant therefore is its shade, how sweet its Fruit?
Both swelling with Delights that draw pursuit!
Chorus.
This is the Prospect while the Scepter Val'd
Till
Judah
's Legislator even failed.
The Spouse goes on.
The Captivity.
Nay, let me publish through
Gaths
Streets his Praise,
Through
Askelon,
and
Babel,
may these Laies
Sound to his Glory; That while
Chebar
's Streams
Me a Thrall'd Captive knew,
(I Sing no Dreams)
What seemed a Dungeon was a
Vault of Wine,
His Grace with me deign'd so much to
recline.
The Streaming Ensigns of High
Babels
Pride
Were Banners of his Love to me;
Twice died,
Which flowed me round; But finding some Retreat
Of his Lov'd shade, the Sun-beams me su
•
beat;
That swooning, sinking, with a Dying Breath
I beg the Spirits, that recall from Death;
In lib'ral Flagons; Haste the Golden Fruit,
The Apples of that Tree, that may recruit
My Life near flown; For in Love's Agony
If in the Moment not Reliev'd, I Dye.
As him I importuned, I found him come,
Whom my Soul Loves; I found him coming Home;
His left Hand bore my
Apoplectic Head,
His right Embracing me Love's Circle led.
Then by the Lawless
Heroes of the Field,
That now, (how sad is it?) our Scepter wield,
And did not This his Goodness interpose
Would soon with Rampant Paws us interclose;
I
Salem
's Daughters with deep Vows contest
By no Offence to startle my Loves Rest;
And while he pleases let this be our Cell,
So long Love's
Hermitage, and not a Hell.
Chorus.
Thus to those Captive Years twice thirty five
In Womb of Grace, the Spouse was kept alive;
But now its liberty from
Cyrus,
Type
Of Great Messiah, played in various stripe
Is checker'd white and black, till he shall Chace
By his own Rays the shades that veiled his Face.
The Spouse goes on.
The return of the Captivity.
But hark, the Alarm of my Beloved's Voice,
How quick it strikes? The very Skies Rejoice;
He held me while the
gentle Vapours sealed
Me up in softest slumbers now Repeal'd;
He shrill Commands to quit my
Cell, and meet
Him on the Airy Mountains, where his Feet
Rebound more nimbly, than
the Roes, or Harts
When the dull Earth flies from their youthful starts;
I know, this doth my Fredom indicate,
From
Babels
Chains; For as
his higher State
Submits, to what he Destines mine; So mine
With that he samples for me may well twine.
But yet my Liberty's not all at once
For as those Harts and Roes themselves do sconce
In coverts of the Walls, and stand at bay,
Through Windows peeping quick, and so away;
So do my Love's kind Visits, short, but brisk,
Half open first, bode me a freer Risque,
Chorus.
And thus does Sacred History depaint
The
Persian
Edicts lively first, then faint,
Lost and revived; Till
Esther's
Royal Son
night
Artaxerxes
for our
Solomon
Spoke once for all in his so Full decree
Then 'twas Heavens word spoke out for Liberty.
The Spouse goes on.
For then my Love in Accents high and clear
Both spake, and said aloud; My Fair, my Dear;
Rise thee my Love; Let no benumbed delay
One minute stay thee; Come, yea, come away;
For now're the sullen Glooms
of Winter gone,
Its Clouds, its stormy Rains, see there are none;
The Earth, its Carpets rich Embroy'ds with Green,
With Flowers, as Pearls enammell'd all between;
The chanting Birds, Natures sweet Harmony
Proclaim the Spring with their soft Heraldry;
The Turtles modest moan now charms our Ears
With sounds of chastest Peace, and calms our Fears.
The World of Trees warned by the budding Figs;
Equips
the Summer, its Top gallant Rigs;
The twisting Vine swells out its cluster'd Grapes
Perfum'd, adorned, with all their pretty Shapes:
All these, my Love, declare thy Spring-like state,
Usher thy Summer, and thy Joys dilate;
Haste then, my Love, haste with thy Captive Train,
Oh, why so slow? From
Babel
haste amain.
The King by himself.
Its I indeed, my Love, its I that Call
To thee, my Dove, whom the Rocks Clefts,
enthrall,
Whom corners now infold, and secret stairs
Wind thee into this maze, which thee insnares;
Oh let the melting Airs of thy
sweet Voice
Flow in my Ears, no other hath my Choice;
Address me with thy Taking Physnomy,
None else Reports those Graces from my Eye.
But now our Vines begin to germinate,
The Fox-like
envy does our Fruit regrate
And fain would Ravage it; But let us set,
And wrap that subtle Kindred in our Net.
Chorus.
How the All-seeing Spirit (that Divines
Things Future, as the Past) draws here the lines,
As they are drawn after by the
ready Scribe;
And the
Tirshatha
of the Royal Tribe,
Thus once, and twice, and once again the Voice
The Captives Call'd, ever the
Ha'ure de Poiz
Of Just Obedience gained; They lay entwin'd▪
I'th' closer Fetters of a servile Mind,
Till this unweary'd Love thus sets them free
From double Chains of their Captivity;
Then did the Temple, Walls, and City Rise;
But
Fox-like Foes, as Builders in Disguise,
(So here the Royal Prophet Sings) durst Enterlope,
Till by great
Schelom
's Care their envious hope
Was vain, That pair of Worthies then Restor'd
The Temples Order, and the Pillars shor'd
Of
Salem
's Policy; During their days
The Gladded Spouse, thus Issues into Praise.
The Spouse.
The settled state of the Church, under
Ezra
and
Nehemiah.
The Circle is now Perfect, my Love mine,
By Faith I claim; and strait return
the Line
Into itself, that I am His; and While
My State, though low, no Falseness does defile,
As in a
Field of Lilies white and pure,
He takes Repast; and does himself ensure
To me;
Till all Dark Veiles and Shades shall fly,
And vanish off from the Inlightn'd Sky,
And himself visible shall lead the Day,
(Though I Fore-see my Love sometimes away
Provok'd by new Offence,) yet turn my Love,
Let not Thy absence a Desertion prove,
Be Thou like to the youthful Hart and Roe,
That cuts its hasty Motions to and fro:
So Traverse thou the Mountains that define
Each side of Time, as th'
Equinoctial-Line
Cuts into equal parts the Globe, so steer
Thy hasty steps around Times lower Sphere,
Those latter Gentile Times, that just commence
When
Cyrus
bears
Messiah
's Reference:
On this same mount of Time,
like
Bethers
Hill
Lets passing and repassing, see thee still;
Till Thou bright Morning Star without a Cloud
Shall spread the Beams so bright, no shade can shroud.
The Chorus.
Here part the
Hemispheres of Times whole Globe,
Encompass'd with the Endless flowing Robe
Of vast Eternity; From Times first Spring
Out of that Womb, till
Cyrus
(greatest King
Of all the Gentile Race, whom sacred Fame
Records, alone Crown'd with
Messiah's Name)
Flow
Years in thousands three, hundreds twice two;
And unites fifty nine in plainest View,
Of
numbered Numbers, if we will allow
(As doth the Sacred Calendar a-vow)
Ezekiel
's
Fourty to draw out the length
Of his three hundred ninety from the strength
Of twelve Tribes parted into Two and Ten.
Thus Reason doth enforce the Time to Ken,
Till
Salem
's Temple in new Measures seen
Drawn by *
Ezekiel
's Man of Brass had been;
And further forty Years themselves had worn
When
Judah
's Sin was now no longer born;
For
Cyrus
Type of Great
Messiah
's Grace
Did now just introduce Times last half space;
From
Cyrus
draw Times second half, 'twill flow
In thousands two, and hundreds three a-row,
Measur'd by
Daniel
's Eves and Morns, that shoot
Days into Years, as Prophets may compute,
And so the thousand Years of
Sabbatism
They reach, when one blessed State shall know no Schism.
Thus Eves and Morns at first made Days t
••
ice three
Of the All-potent Work, and then left free
The Seventh for a Sabbaths sacred Rest;
Thus ran times
East and thus shall run its
West,
For the
six thousandth almost spent in Toyl
To th' Sevenths Rest the whole is but a Foyl;
If we half-witted then create a Doubt,
How the Sixth Millenary turns about,
When Merge yet hundreds two and forty one;
If us no other Answer can atone,
Doth not our Lord in Prophecy cut short
The
curtaill'd Fag of Time? lest the Effort
Of Evils then so strong should reach toAffect
With over-flowing Vials his Elect;
Then what's the space of Time, how ever short,
We must beyond the thousand Years Transport,
Lyes secret from created Minds, but still
May what was wanting to Times measure fill.
Now of these Eves and Morns, th' first sev'nty five,
By these repeated Calls, the Spouse retrive
From foreign Lands, become too much her
own
Which
Daniel
calls in brief,
this Word
forth gone:
From hence
the sev'nty Weeks Tide strait along,
So lively's the perspective of this Song;
Wherein the Spouses troublous Times most swell
In Black
Epiphanes,
as now She'll tell.
CHAP. III.
The Spouse.
Antiochus Epiphanes,
Defiling the Temple, and taking away the Daily Sacrifice, is now set out in this following
Canticle.
HOw quick the
Night o'ertakes me, yet in
Bed
I thought to find that
Princely Loved Head:
Whom my Soul clasps in dearest Ties, but He
Was thence withdrawn, the Temple could not be
Our Bed in this Black Time, when violate
By th' Bestial Fury of
Antioch
's Hate;
Our ravished Bed could then no longer ease
My Thoughts so full of Anguish, nor appease
My boiling Heart one minute, I start out
From its now-loathed
Shroud, and search about
The Streets and open'st Ways, if in the Throng
I meeting Him Remonstrate might my Wrong:
But Oh, I found
the Public had betrayed
Their Faith to th' Tyrant, I no longer stayed
In such a Fruitless search,
the Watchmen I apply,
Who are in Trust such Questions to untie;
The sacred Guard my Love fixed to their Bounds,
My quick Enquiries visit all their Rounds,
With this one Question; Have ye seen the Him
The Him, whom my Soul Love's, that only Him?
They durst not
loudly Speak, but silent Guides
Of Truth they gave me unto him, who slides
Into my Chast Embrace; Just as I moved
From that so happy Watch; Him my Soul loved
I
soon espy'd, By Faith and Love I hold,
Arm'd with my Prayers, strongest when most bold;
And
Jacob
-like my Love I'd not let go
Once from me more, till he had Bless'd me so,
That human Nature should the
Temple be,
Where I might Worship His Divinity.
Thus dwelt the Word in Flesh, as in the
House
My
Mother bred Poor Me; Here me toEspouse
In Promise first he graciously did deign;
As
private Chambers, here His Mystic Reign
In
Servants humble Form began; In this He
climb'd
A Glory yet not seen, but duly tim'd
For its Appearance: While thus my Love rests
Contented not to stir, my Care contests
A-new, You
Salem
's Daughters, by the Hinds
And Roes o'th' Field, Gentiles whom nothing binds,
But my Love's Power; Which if You displease,
These Roes and Hinds, as Wolves and Tigers seize
You as their Prey; Oh then let no
Offence
Till my Love please Him waken, and Incense:
Let no false Sects presume to Antedate
My True Love's coming, and awake Debate
'Twixt Him and
Salem
's Daughters till He come
An humble Shepherd to his Flock, and bring them Home.
The Incarnation of Jesus Christ, set out by the
Chorus
of Saints.
While seven
Decads of Prophetick Weeks
Had
almost run their Course, what
all Time seeks,
Some noble Product, that may guild its Sphere
Doth here Ennoble it; One 'gins to appear,
No
Age can second;
Wonder, Fear, Desire
Are each its Harbingers; Natures dull Fire
Can
no such Birth
Calcine;
Incarnation
Empales this Mysterious Generation,
All vulgar Style's too low;
Schelom
Wise King
Inspir'd Divinely, does this Secret sing
By us, who with profoundest Reverence
Of Love, and Wonder, thus
Caroll our Sence.
Who's
this that comes as from a
Wilderness,
Unknown and unattended? Who'll confess
To Glorys hid'd?
Pillars indeed arise
With him, but still of Smoke, which does disguise
The flame of
Ether;
oil'd yet with Perfumes
Of Myrrh, of Incense
Frank, of all the Gumms,
And Powders, that from far the Merchants bring:
Three Sages Homag'd thus the Infant King:
Far Richer yet in▪s native Glory He,
The Treasures of his own Divinity.
Thus rose the Miracles of his whole Life,
Where Cloud and Luster still maintained a strife:
The outside Meanness, and the in-side Glory
Enrich the whole most mysterious story.
Consider well the
Bed, where the Word lay,
'Twas
Schelom
's human Nature, which had stay
Truly Divine; Angelic
Guards attend,
Who can this Sacred Bed safer defend,
Then
Schelom
's threescore Valiant
Israelites;
Whom Skill and Valour shield 'gainst all affrights,
While they armed at all points defy the Dread,
Wherewith the Night can threat the Royal Bed.
This
Schelom,
God with us, His Body framed
So rich with all the Graces, that are named,
That
Schelom
's
Chariot of sweet
Lebans
Wood,
Which on its Silver Pillars firmly stood,
Founded in Gold, and with the Purple crowned
Is Emblem faint this Myst'ry to expound:
But yet which all Types still excels in Grace,
While
Schelom
Salem
's Daughters did enchase
In beauteous Images throughout this State,
That thus Triumphing He might celebrate
His love to them;
Great
Schelom
was inspired
With hotter Flames, which his whole Body fired
In
••
Sacrifice to Justice, while He bore
These
Salems
Daughters on his Heart, and wore
Their Names wrought into his with Love so high,
No parallel can ever be found to Vye:
And in this Chariot, thus inflamed He rode
In
Triumph over Hell, it captive showed;
And as the
Royal *
Bathsheba
received
The Crown from
David
's Mouth, that
Schelom
wreath'd,
With which to
Salem
's Daughter He espous'd
Himself, and swelling Bowls of joy Carous'd.
Thus
Zion
's Daughters, Holy Souls, come forth
From meaner Thoughts to those of higher Worth,
Behold King
Schelom
risen from the Dead,
A Crown of Majesty Empales his Head:
His Mother Crown'd Him; For to th' Woman's Seed
By promise of the Father 'twas decree'd:
And yet his greatest Joy is to Espouse
His Church, till He his Crowned Glory shows;
In Seal of which, this Eulogy of praise,
That follows next, is like a Crown of Raies,
Set on his Spouses Head by his own Hand,
Whose Act no Gate of Hell can countermand.
CHAP. IV.
The King.
A Description of the Apostolic Church in its Primitive Excellency, and in the Calling of the
Gentiles.
BEhold thyself, my Love, the Fair,
the Fair
Alone; my Blood, my Spirit, give the Air
Of thy great Beauty, while thy Doctine pure,
Thy Worship Chast a holy Life assure:
So that thy Eyes the Crystal do excel
Of the unspotted Doves, and glistering swell
From out thy Locks, whose modest shade does Grace
In mean Attire the Beauties of thy Face;
That while no Art does Curl in form thy Hair,
Of Pomp, or Ceremony; 'It is like the Glare
Of
Gilead
's Goats; The too Censorious Eye
Of
Jew
and
Gentile
scorns thy Polity:
But I that value by their in side Things,
Can see thy Graces through those Coverings:
Thus clouded were the Glories of the Ark
When the same Goats hair looked so rude, so dark.
The fruitful
Mastication of my Word
Is like the gainful Flock, that serves its Lord
With double
Off▪spring, and the lusty Fleece
That falls so white, so even in a Piece;
And when so even shorn, when washed so white,
The Flock appears one entire sheet of Light.
The Chorus.
Now This whole Flock of Teeth, so white, so shorn,
Speaks Apostolic Power in equal borne;
And does expose the falsehood of the Dream,
That
Peter
in that Order was Supreme:
By all with Peace, and Parile order fenc'd
The Food of Life was equally dispenc'd;
And equal was the Fruit, For barren none
Was found, with all so great a Glory shone.
The King goes on.
My expiating Blood so soundly Taught,
Within thy Lips like Scarlet Thread is wrought:
My Cross those Graces gives thy Speech That Sense,
That shrinks the
Pagan
Wisdom's Eloquence
To empty sounds;
Thy Temples are the seat
Of soundest Judgment, which prepares the Meat
During to life, like Food of Pomegranate,
In which Seeds, as of Life, accumulate:
Those enterweaves of Holy Order like
The well-curl'd Locks, all falsehood that Repique,
Secures thy Temples Graces, and thy Neck,
Which
thousand Shields, and Bucklers round bedeck,
Rising as
David
's Tow'r, Bears up thy Head.
Chorus.
This is Truth sealed with Miracles, that shed
It self into the Christian Church, and armed
It 'gainst its Foes, and its Believers charmed
Into its Services
All as Men of might
To do, or die in defense of its Right:
But yet these Arms are Magazine'd, not used,
As to their utmost Service, but diffused
Defense as yet, not perfect Victory:
Still They're designed within this Armory,
And for the
Banner'd Armies They're prepared
Then to each Use their Service shall be shar'd.
The King goes on.
The milky streams of Thy two Breasts, as Roes
Flow to all Parts, and plenteously dispose
To
Jew
and
Gentile,
that so vital Juice,
(Pure as the Lilies through that double Sluce,)
Of the Two Testaments, where, as in Fields
Thou feedest, and that Truth thy motion weilds.
The King goes on.
The Ascension of Christ, after he had by His Ministry, His Death, His Resurrection, His Fourty Days giving Commandments to His Disciples prepared this so Praised Apostolic Church.
Now till Nights shades, Shades of the
Atmosphere
Are flown, and the bright Morning Star appear
Breaking to Day; I will hye me to the Hill,
Where Myrrh and Incense the whole Monntain fill,
The Heavens shall contain me,
till as now
•
mount, the Heavens back again I bow,
In a serene and perfect Cloudless Day,
All shadows gone, and darkness flown away.
Chorus.
The King Himself, this brightest Morning Star
By his own glorious Presence brings from far
The Day
so long Exil'd; When He all Crowns
Shall in his Kingdom
swallow, when the Frowns
Of his bright Face, as Thunder shafts shall send
The Dark Kings with their Night to their black End.
So He ascends this Kingdom to receive,
And to return at time of
Sacred Breve.
This in
Parenthesis is interposed
Amidst the Churches Praises, and disposed
On purpose so, that thus the time made plain
From Christ's Ascension to's Return again,
The flowing Cantoes might with Time keep touch,
And th' Churches various States fit Emblems couch.
First, as its Spotless, Apostolic state
It self to Salvage
Gentiles
did dilate;
Of which how high the Sequent Emblems play,
Their Airs to listen, is our next Essay.
The King goes on.
The sending down of the Holy Spirit.
Now when my Love, my Hand hath formed thee true
To my own
Image, and I Thee endue
By th'
Holy * Paraclete sent down from Me,
As my Triumphant Bounty, Ample, Free
With Gifts and Graces;
Oh Thy Fairest hue,
Thou Beauties highest point in this Review▪
Dost spotless touch; 'It is now thy Beauties clear
Without a Blemish, now Thou dost appear
Like the first Church in Paradise comprised,
Which by the Serpent Fell;
Thou art repriz'd
From th' Serpents Hand; To stand, see, that thou choose
Lest thy first Candlestick its Place should loose,
And now my Song of Love doth thee Enroll
Into the state of
Spouse; Thy Nuptial stole
My Gospel Graces are: The
Gentile
wolds
Come we'll survey now which the Devil holds,
As Dens of Lions, and the Leopards mounts,
Although my Kingdom's right by holy Counts,
From
Canaan's
Mountains let us give them view,
Which lie within the Holy Lands
purliew;
From
Liban
come, my Spouse, come thou with me
From
Liban
come, from
Aman
's Top look thee;
From
Shenir
's, and from
Herman
's Brows with Eye
Of Grace lets look, where Lions, Leopards lie.
The Chorus.
The
Gentiles
Call'd, and becoming a Sister Church with the
Jews
First, and after some Ages, the only Church in view till the
Jews
Conversion.
Upon this Gracious prospect from the Hills
The Sister-Church the following Cantoes fills.
The King goes on.
How soon I see a Sister Spouse arise,
So fruitful is the Favor of my Eyes;
How soon the
Gentile
Church that Sister-Spouse
One Body with the
Jews
in my Love grows:
Thou art Adopted now one of the Eyes,
That does complete the Beauty; its surprise
My Heart transports, as does that lovely Chain
Which to the Head unite does thee retain
In whole, as by one Neck, and still recalls
Thy Name, my Sister-Spouse, which thee installs
In Nuptial Rights, so that thy Love enshrines
Thy Beauty in my Heart 'bove richest Wines,
Which Sacrifices graced, now out of date
In this new Spoused
Jew,
and
Gentile
State;
The Odours of thy Oyntments much excel
The Spices that in Typic Unguents smell;
For Gifts and Graces are my Spirits Oil,
To which most Fragrant Matter's but a Foil:
The combed Cells, which sweetest Honies fill
Drop not the Pleasures, Spouse, thy Lips distill;
The staple Dainties of the Promis'd Land,
Honey and Milk are in thy Tongues Command,
The potent Flavors of Thy Vests confine
Those fainter of the Mount
Liban.
—
—Chorus.
—Thus Divine
Influxes make the barren Wilds out-do
An earthly
Canaan,
and its Types out-go:
Its Doctrines, Sufferings, Graces, all combine,
As sweetest Odours, and the richest Wine:
For now the
Jewish
Spouse in silent shade
Vales off this Song, Ensuing Emblems laid
Are in the Sister-Spouse; Till all the Tribes
First Two, then Ten returning It describes:
So now the
Gentile
Church, Great
Israel's
Name
Inherits, as the only Spouses claim:
But Fear, Ingrafted
Israel
the fate
Of native Branches, Dread tousurp the State
Of Church so Catholic,
as if the Root
Thou Bor'st from whence the Branches shoot,
And not the Root Bare thee a Branch at will,
Standing by Faith, but pruned off, if Ill.
Or, as without the Nat'ral
Israel
Thou
Couldst be the Perfect Spouse, Proud Fancies glow
Thus in the
Roman
Breast; Conceits its own
Are Canoniz'd for Wise; But
Gents
alone,
No more than
Jews
this Catholic can be,
Jews
first split on this Rock, and now Fear Thee.
Besides 'tis now the
Gentiles
Times run deep,
While
Jewish
Church and State thus lie asleep:
Then in the
Gentiles
Times, a
Gentile
Pest
Will likely Rise a
Gentile
Church t' infest,
Of these Adopted
Jews
some false Christ's Preach,
And Antichrists Supplants True Christ impeach.
The King.
Thou
Gentile
Church, Thou Sister in a Spouse,
Thy whole Time in a Glance my Fore-sight shows;
A Garden Barr'd, a Spring shut up, a Fount
That's Seal'd, throughout Thy Emblems I recount;
For when Seals open All, my Kingdom strait
Will open with Them; But I patient wait,
Even till
that
Israel,
of which I come
Joyning with Thee make up my
Israel's
Sum;
That Time my Father set, Successive seals
Still therefore stay my Kingdoms just Appeals,
Each sealed Time I will Character to Thee,
Successions each in Order thou shalt see:
First
Ephesus
the Seat of Truth revealed,
Each Plant an Orchard of Pomegranates sealed
With Heavens Impress, I depaint:—
Chorus.
—Then Truth did flow,
As if each Plant a Paradise would grow.
The King goes on.
Next Thee a Spicy Region I describe,
Where thrive, where smell, Spices of every Tribe,
Those of the Royalty, those Popular
All justly mixed, each in their Order are,
The Camphire meets the Spike, Spike Saffron meets,
The Aromatic Reed with Odours greets
The Fragrant Bark; Sweet Frankincense indents;
With Myrrh the flavor'd Aloes joins scents.
Chorus.
Thus Spices of Afflictions bitter Taste
Bruis'd by the ponderous Pestel, while they waste
Into Perfumes, give
Smyrna
's suffering Days
Which lasted till the Christian Empire sways.
The King goes on.
'It is then, as if unseal'd, I do allow
Thy Gardens to stream out, Thy Springs to flow,
As if a Fount of Gardens Thou, A Mount of Wells,
That roll down with sweet streams of
Liban
's Smells:
The Winds, that Fan thy Redolent Perfumes
With Gales so brisk, each point my Care Assumes,
First the
stern
North,
and then the softer
South;
That all thy Spicy Atoms, as from Mouth
Of
Arab
's Gummy Land may blow; I Joy
In public'st Graces, when of pure Alloy:
All Virtues from thee I let out, but In—
—To Thee shut out the subtle streams of Sin:
Now cause That Man of Sin hath his
sworn Time
Before my Kingdom; To turn back that slime
Foul, as the Serpents, see thy Springs new bar'd,
Thy Fountain sealed under
Hermetic Guard;
Now
Satan
's Synagogue is creeping out
Thy noble Seeds to taint, 'tis now about
Thy spring to Poison, and thy streams to stain,
My early Care starts up to curb the Main
Of that bad Torrent; And I will now
immure
Thy Garden, Spring, and Fount, to keep them pure
Chorus.
Thus for some time Truths Flood-gates open stood,
But oh how soon Apostasy a Flood
Became, which quick does shift the Holy Scenes;
Iniquities
Mysterious Womb by means
Most unespy'd, pregnant became,
And as in lowest Parts, submiss and tame
Work'd on yet; For while
Ephesus
derived
Its Springs of Wells, and Gardens,
Smyrna
striv'd
By Cruel Princes pounded to diffuse
Its Myrrhine Odours; And those strokes did bruise
Its Spices with a
Northern
Fury, till
Controlls of Christian Princes did it still,
And with Their
Southern
Breath persuaded out
Those Fragrant Graces, as from Springs to spout.
But even in Suffering Times bad Vapours crept
Into the better Odours, where they slept;
Till best and worst fly out, while
South
-winds Blow,
And Christian Fervors lost, the worst over-flow;
Thus by degrees the Fragrant Spices die
Into a
Languid Sensuality:
For why'll best Odours try to Meliorate
The
Pagan
steams, they soon Incorporate,
And, as the Sympathetic Atoms fly
Back to their native Bed, so these Scents hye
To their own Sourse, larded with the Attaint
Of Superstition, that would hence write Saint:
While Vizord-Christians Pagans meet half way
Truth Christian, and chaste Worship fly away;
So that when now the Spouse her Prince Invites
To Banquet with Her, He her offer slights.
The Spouse.
Let now with Pleasure to his Garden come
He my Beloved and His Palate some
Choose of my New-ripe Fruits, which I call His,
Now let him Eat what for Him sweetened is.
Chorus.
This very Call assures, He was withdrawn
Whose Love to's Spouse had ever the first dawn:
Both Fruits and Church are new: It hath not known
The Blessed
Jesus,
always with his own:
His Answer to this Call assures us more
He was disgusted, For He praised before
And there He staid, as One no farther pleased;
For what he liked, he had already seized;
Now from the Sev'nty Weeks fore-named run out,
Four hundred Years had turned their course about;
The seven
Seals their
Cargo had discharged;
And for the following Trumpets Time enlarged,
E'er which all Emblems of Time sealed new
Th' Apocalypse doth give, that it might show
The Kingdom just looked out, and then withdrew.
CHAP. V.
The King.
The Apostasy of the Christian Church.
WHY dost Thou call, Spouse-Sister, why so fast
To do what's done, and now the Seasons past?
My Garden I have viewed, my Myrrh, my Spice
I have secured; Have Eaten once, and twice
My Honey with its Comb; My Milk with Wine
Have drunk; There's nothing that is mine,
But I enjoyed myself; This latter Spring
Is nothing to me;
To my Rivals bring
All this new store; You new Loves, Eat and Drink,
Let all that's new into your Banquet sink:
What's from my Word derived, on that I Feast,
Let those upstart Beloved's take the rest,
And now you yourselves glut, you Loves of sense,
I give you Freedom, though
at my Expence.
The Spouse.
I find my Senses tied, my Parts benumm'd,
That outward lie;
The dull Narcotick stumm
Of my new mingled Wines,
the Mushrom Fruits
To which my Love I called, which He Refutes
In claiming to be his; Oppress my Sense;
Yet still my Heart resists the Violence;
And wakes 'midst of these Charms; Better I know,
Better I love, while these Fumes over-flow
My free'r Mind my Love's so fast Ally,
That He'll reprize it from the Sorcery,
That would Enchant it; Hark, it is his Voice
That now does Call, He Knocks; now I rejoice.
While yet I fear, for thus He me Essays,
As in that nobler Heart, that never betrays
Its Faith.—
The King.
My Love, my Dove, my Undefil'd
Open right now to me who am beguile'd
Of my due Residence; Who in this Night
Under the Moons moist Empire am bedight,
My Head and Locks, with Drops that on them light,
As counterfeited Jewels of the Dark,
Exhal'd, but not Concocit, they bear the mark
Of the half-virtu'd Beams, that from the Moon
Fall Chill and Pale; whose Influences soon
Are lost, and can to no Perfection mount;
Of all that's True my higher Light's the Fount.
The Spouse Answers.
That plainer Coat of Holiness and Zeal
Of Truth, that did at first the Gospel Seal
I have put off, with that simplicity;
Now in a Bed of Ease and State I lie
Bedeck'd with Ceremonious Gayeties show,
How can I then that Former state renew?
The soil of Gospel Travels, rough and poor,
I have washd from my Feet;
Not from my Door
I move now but in Equipage; To tread the Ground
With new Defilement, but to Think does wound
My Sense so delicate; I paint the Dream
That Fascinates my Foreign Members, still the stream
Of a much higher Soul to thee doth run,
Though under Ground impurer Veins to shun.
But at thy Summons it starts out,
for when my love
His Fragrant Fingers in the Lock did move,
This
reached my Heart; Eftsoons my Bowels turned,
As by elastic Force to Him; My Passions burned
And sparkled to a Flame, strait to the Door
I poast tounseal the Lock; No soyling Floor
Now frights my Feet,
and when I touched the Lock,
The smelling Myrrh, as Waters from a Rock,
The smelling Myrrhs gush'd from the Lock; The Oyls
Around my Hands, my Fingers swim, this boils
My Heart with Passions fresh, in haste I ope
To my Belov'd, moved with a joyful Hope
To find Him there;
But then I soon descry'd
Withdrawn from me he far himself did hide,
Not from my Soul to him indear'd, but from that load
Of outward Parts my new encumbring mode:
His Spirit moves that very Soul, the swoon
Goes off,
all ways I fly to find him soon,
Repeated Calls I send, no Answer greets
From Him my thirsty Ear; Nor in the Streets
My close Researches gain the hoped success,
That should my wearied steps with my Love bless;
The City Watch of Prophets, that espy
All passes, Jealous spy'd me sailing by,
These Prophets in disguise my Soul disdained:
I asked them nothing, 'cause I knew them wain'd
From my best Love to their Beloved's new,
So at my search for only mine they grew
To heights of Rage; They smite, they deeply wound,
As with a Past'ral Staff, Curses they sound,
And loud Anathema's; The Guards o'th' Walls,
The higher
Pontiffes leave their Rev'rend Stalls,
And as the Sons of
Belial
force my Veil,
Of my inviolable Faith the Seal.
As
Excommunicate They strip the Name
Of Spouse from me, my modesty defame;
My Veil rend from me, as upbreiding them
Now prostitute to a false spurious Stem
Of
Baal
's, as Husbands;
Salem
's Daughters pure,
Whom though the grand Apostasy immure,
As in a secret Temple, and your Hue
The Sackcloth mar, your Witness yet stands true;
I charge you, if my Love you find, you tell,
How high my Passions to a Sickness swell,
Of Love, till I may Him, like him enjoy,
And for himself my Service whole employ;
Tell him by Prayer, tell him by earnest Crys,
His Spouse is sick, and if He comes not, Dyes.
Chorus.
Thus the True Church in
Pergamos
did Wake,
As that much higher Soul, when th' Bulk did take
Lethargick slumbers, thick with
Balaam
's Fumes;
When that High Prophet, and his Church their Plumes
So wide is spread, that the
True Church must fly
Into the Wilds, and
Antipas
must die,
Because
They held their Faith to th' Sovereign Name,
When
Satan
's Throne presumed so high a Claim.
The Year four hundred thirty seven
Mounts to height this Apostatic Leven;
Add thirty eight, and to the Throne they bring
Baal Pope,
the Eighth, and yet the Seventh King;
Here The Twelve hundred sixty Sackcloth Days
With th' Wilderness concurring, Tread their Lays:
The
Gentile
-Times, Moons forty two Confine,
And here begin; Imp'd into which consign
To th' Beast like Fourty Two, To Sev'nty Five
'Bove Hundreds four, when th' Vulgar Ere did thrive;
Thus Time o'th' Moon, the Empress of the Night
Equals the Days under the Lord of Light:
Thus both set out, and end alike; with both
Time, Times, Half Time, are settled under Oath:
Now from six Hundred sixty six Fam'd Year
(Seven Hundred Twenty Fifth of th' common Ere)
Till sixteen Hundred ninety seven shall
Of the same Ere in Circle rise, and fall;
The Antipapal Witnesses shall seek
(While
Anathems, Wounds and Death still reek
From Hell them round;) and for their true Love cry
With public Voice; They cry and then they Dye
Unheard; Till
Salem
's Daughters towards the Time
Of fourteen Hundred listen to the Chime,
Then
Thyatira
's Church Reform'd doth rise,
And lasts midst Death, till Morning Star it spies:
The Music first was low, then louder Peals
By
Luther
sounded in those high Appeals
To those same
Salem
's Daughters; Who will know
Now whence those Crys, those solemn Charges grow.
The last One Hundred Eighty then remain
Of those Twelve Hundred Sixty, which retain
Their just Allotment, and the whole are locked
In three Days and a half, wherein are shock'd
The Witnesses by Death, that is, a part of each,
As Christ's three Days in Grave, without the breach
Of Prophecy, are understood; So here the last
Of Day the First, the whole of Two, then Fast
On th' Morning of the last half Day ensue
Protested Witnesses, who thus review
The
true Belov'd, as from the Spouse we hear,
To which increasing Churches yield their Ear;
And now
the Spouse describes the King, the King
Not of the Spouse (as through this Song) does sing;
For while the Antichristian Beast doth Reign,
The Spouse could not be drawn in Full Sans stain
Too foul for her to bear; Besides the Loss
Of Her Belov'd under so false a Gloss
Was first to be detected by this Piece,
Which giving
Cap a Pe
the King, unfleece
Must strait the Wolf in Lambs disguize, each Grace
Resplendent in the King must needs Efface
The counterfeit, For
ever blooming Youth,
Strength, Beauty, Vigor, Life, Emblems of Truth
Make up the Portraict of the King so known
To every seeing Eye, that is its own,
It pulls the Vizor from the hoary Pape,
Who claiming from his Age commits the Rape
Of Antichristship, Languid, Pale and Wan,
Chill, Decrepid, Dying, can this Old Man
Vicar this Ever-living, Splendid, Frow'ring Prince?
Who now this Lying Bubble cannot Evince
That hears the Spouse thus Emblemate her Love?
To Love, whom would not those lovely Emblems move?
The Portraicture of the Churches True Beloved, in Opposition to Antichrist, as may be fairly Expounded, Given by the Church of
Thyatira,
Inducing the Reformation.
Oh Fairest Woman, notwithstand the Cloud
From thy Love lost, that does thy Beauty shroud,
Draw us the Picture of thy Love,
that we
May know the Reasons of thy Charge, and see
They're Good, and so be moved thee to obey,
When Reason, and not Passion leads our way;
What isit, wherein thy Love so much excels
All Loves; Instruct us, how his Beauty swells,
His Praises so above those Loves, whose din
The World of Women now does Captive win?
The Spouse Answers,
Beauty's brisk Colours, the pure White and Red
Sit in my Love, not as in the' withered Bed
Of Age, but as the Lilies and the Rose
In Youth concert, so in my Love Repose
The White and Red; Behold the Rosie Blood
Of his great Sacrifice in th' Lily Flood
Of th' Sanctifying Spirit, Both which fade
Under the Antichristian poysonons shade;
He, as a Standard-Bearer stands erect,
A just Supreme from Myriads Elect;
No Palsy Title croutches under Guilt
In Him, As known to be usurped; nor built
On Forg'd Donations, But
Popes
crooked Age
Denys to them high Standard bearers gage
Of stature, and the Graces of Tall Personage.
His Royal Head of Massive purest Gold,
A Fount of Life eternally doth hold,
Not like the Counterfeit, that as the Bowl,
That broken at the Well leaks out the Soul,
And Lives, but by Successions;
His curl'd Locks
Strong enterwove with Truth firm, as the Rocks,
Speak Truth, and Life long, as the Ravens jet,
Not like That faded Head to Death in Debt;
His Eyes chaste Clear, and beaming as the Dove
Reflex'd by limpid'st streams; Arrows from Loves
Full quiver thence do fly, not like those Eyne,
Dull, Hollow, Sunk, Bloodshot with Lust and Wine,
And Sanguinary Laws, but bath'd in Milk,
Whose Retines Souls enclose, as Nets of Silk
Which Life wraps up, thus Truth and Mercy stream
From his blessed Aspect, as if both one Beam
Of Light, or like Pearls set by Art in Rings
Of Gold, whence double, yet one Luster springs;
His Cheeks the Seats of Love, as Beds of Spice,
And Flowers preserve a fragrancy so nice,
That no foul Vapour can one Pore trapan
To let it in, no Breath of wind can Fan,
Nor poison'd Atoms with its Hooks can pull
One putrid steam into those scents; All full,
And crowd'd with Sweets, but oh the gastly Cheeks
Of Antichrist, how loathsome thence the Reeks;
The Lips of my Belov'd so full of Grace
From purest Lilies drop their Myrrh apace
In perfumed Gales of Truth; While
Asphaltite
Belches its Sulphur after
Sodom's
Rite.
His gentle Hands to benign Clasps inclined,
As into Golden Rings of Love are twin'd;
Shaded with Arbors, of the pleasing Green,
Green of Lights Beams too quick the modest screen
From Beryl cast; Far from the cruel stripes
Of Antichristian Hands, or their Iron gripes;
His Belly as an
Eburn
Hill is vein'd
With azur'd streams, which from this Mountain strain'd,
Enrich its Fruitfulness; But Heath and Sands,
Impov'rish'd Soil, barren and thirsty Lands,
That barren Womb o'th' seven Headed mount
Describe; streaming with Fire, as
Etna
's Fount.
His Legs supporting all with Marble rise
Firm, Certain, Stable, Steddy, Pillar wise,
Fix'd on their Feet, as stalls of Gold, not Clay,
On which the
Gentile
-Image had its stay,
The very Papal Feet, false to the weight
They're trusted with, false to Proud
Babel
's height.
Thus Truth and power Divine must needs endure,
Whose Ground-work, as the Top is rich, is sure;
Whereas when ever stuck those Feet of Clay
Their Head of Gold to Ruin must betray.
His Port, His Air, His meen Majestick great,
As
Liban
's Cedars, and their lofty Seat,
Such is the
Grandez, such the Reason sense
Of all that's from the Eternal Sapience.
When Papal Faith, and Rites become the scoff
Of Divine Wisdom, and like Chaff huff'd off.
As sweetest
Ambrose, so His Mouth doth flow
With Truth, Heavens Eloquence; His Praises grow
Upon me quick, so to a point I draw,
His Loveliness to Beauty's self gives Law:
This
Salem
's Daughters is my Love, here end,
If you but lovely know, you know my Friend:
But oh the
Counter-Christ hath
Dragons Jaws,
Who Poison Vomits in his Feral Laws,
The Salvagest of Beasts his Form display,
Sin
makes the
Man
in Him, if Him you would say,
He's one Deformity, if that you know,
It's He 'mong Thousands, He himself doth show.
The Churches of the Reformation,
Thyatira, Sardis, Philadelphia,
displayed, according to this Earnest Search after the Beloved.
With what stupendous Art is here now drawn
The Churches
Reformation from its dawn;
Till the Twelve Hundred Sixty Days shall end,
On which th' Apostasy's permitted to extend
It self; Wherein the Church doth search about
All Places, Forms, to find Her Loved out.
The Church indeed is
One, yet into Three
Must from its various scites distinguished be,
I'th' midst of Antichristian Bowels
Thyatyre
Lyes paled round with
Vive Comburian
Fire;
That heats that Furnace, where the Sovereign feels,
What in his lowest Members burns, who steels
Their Constancy, even when They're pil'd in Flames
For Flames he to a Bed of Roses tames.
Hungary, France,
others,
Thyatira
's
Rest
Do now the cruel Ravages Attest;
Where Papal Rage may farther come, He knows
Who trys the deepest Reins of Things, and shows
The Blessed End, but still concealed
What may fall out, ever th'Morning Star revealed;
For at that Summons the whole Church shall fly
To higher Things than now it can descry.
Sardis
ascends to Splendor, and would bear,
As high as if the Spouses Love were there;
Its undefiled Names does yet dissent,
Lest Acquiescing in what's now, prevent
Those splendid Robes, assured them, when in white
Heavens Armies shall attend the Bride Grooms Light.
Now
Philadelph.
with smallest Human strength
Of Laws, or Power supports the Restant length
Of Time, upon the Name, the Faith, the Word,
The Patience of her single loved Lord;
While
Satan
's
Smyrna
-Synagogue revived
Appears, as 'twere Antiquity retriv'd,
And fain would Bolt this Churches Open Door,
As if not Ancient, and, as if too Poor
In Ceremonious Pomp, in Mitred Names,
In Feasts, in Fasts, its simple Order blames
With rigid Censure; But
Davidean
Key,
That binds and looses Bars the lofty Plea
Of Jurisdiction, till
New Salem
's state
Approach so near, as to compose the Bate.
Even
Satan
's Synagogue shall then sit low
At Feet of
Philadelph,
and Pray to know,
Whither the Churches Love is gone, and all
Unite to seek Him with Uncloven Call:
For though His
peerless Person was agreed,
No Pontiffs claim allowed, yet how with speed
To find,
This Synagogue from
Sardis
teem'd
Disputed hard: For in their Dream they deemed
Their Golden Dream, that He already here,
As much as th' Spouse could hope did now appear;
To wait Him farther Factious discontent,
Gainst present Things did future Represent
To hot Schismatic Brains; But what follows now,
Shows, This all
Salem
's Daughters disavow;
With whom the Synagogue submits to
Philadelph.
For to the Spouse by Her Christ showed himself;
And now the
Philadelphian
Intervall
Enters; Voices on High all Kingdoms call
To Christ, Dates of Apostate Times expire,
In one the Churches their True Prince inquire.
CHAP. VI.
The State of the Church in the
Philadelphian
Interval, or the Last Seventy Five Years of the Two Thousand Three Hundred.
THou Fairest of the Female, Beautious Name,
We now our slumbering Sentiments disclaim,
And fain would know from thee, whither is gone,
And whither is Retreat, Thy Loved
ONE.
Thou, that so long thy searches hast maintained
Canst guide us best, for sleepy we restrained
Our Home pursuits, and
our remainders mar'd,
O'th' present over-fond, futures we bar'd:
Now we would seek with Thee, with Thee be
ONE
In the Research where Thy Belov'd is gone.
Not Gones now my Belov'd, as in my swoon,
When I had lost him so; But He's gone down,
Just now gone down into that Garden, He
Had left so long to the Apostasy:
The Spicy Beds He now returns to Left,
As covered wish Black Vapours, and bereft
Of their True Odor; Now a new Repast
He takes of Fruits after so long a Fast;
He now his Lilies gathers, a new spring
Of Graces, Worship, Truth in return bring
Th' Approaches of his Kingdom so long veiled
By Antichrist, and close his Servants sealed;
His sealed now on
Zion
's Mount stand clear,
And with his Fathers written Name appear
On open Fore-head;
Now I Him enjoy,
As singly with his Faith of pure Alloy,
And while His love in me is pleased to Rest,
He with himself as mine does me Invest:
Then He along the Beds of Lilies Feeds,
As of the Future
Paradise the Seeds.
Chorus.
From
Schelom
Born,
now Hundreds Ten and Six
A Nine of Tens, and unites Seven Fix
Our
Philadelphs.
Beginning Interval
Till the Worlds Kingdoms to the best King fall,
As in just Homage first
proclaimed his own,
At last together Build his Royal Throne,
And, as while
Salem
's Ruines were restored
From
Babel
's spoil Years Sev'nty Five were scor'd
Of Old; so many now exact do Flow
To
Salem
New from
Babel
's Overthrow
Babel
the Mystic; To
New Salem
's Throne,
Seven Voices, and as many Vials Grone
In earnest Motion;
Those two Royal Towns,
Salem
and
Tirzah
seat the many Crowns,
As the
Metropoles, and show unite
In
Schelom
Twelve Tribes so long Bipartite,
Which now returning
Philadelph
adorn,
And matched with it, are in its Scutcheon borne,
So in this Landscaph the stream'd
Banners play
Before his Hosts, Terrors with them Array
Themselves,
Jehovah
's Mighty Ones come down
To
Armageddons
Plains, and them Renown
With Victory; All these are so displayed,
That to the
Apostolic First state laid,
And yet distinguished, They may both ascend,
And
Salem
's Glory both may Comprehend.
The King.
My Love's, as
Tirzah
Fair, as
Salem
it doth shine
With graceful Airs, my Kingdom both entwine,
As sticks unite; So Prophecies require
Those parted Palaces in mine entire.
Herein it is the Glory of thy Rays
Surmounts, even that of th' Apostolic Days;
The Weapons, that in the'
Magazine then stored
Did hang for greater Service, Now they are soar'd
On Armies Wings, which round their Terrors spread,
And yet those Terrors with thy Beauties wed.
But Oh the dazzling Luster of Thy Eyes,
Too quick their Beams they dart, for while they rise▪
As with my Kingdoms Light, shade still their Rays
With th'
Goat-like Hair of th' Apostolic Days;
The Tabernacle of my presence, free
From those Dark Covers yet it cannot be;
My Throne, My Temple near are both in one,
And not uncover'd till the Voice,
ITS DONE.
Thy Doctrine now prepared by Teeth so washed
Declare my Truth Restor'd, as when it flash'd
Like Tongues of Fire from Heaven, A like spring,
As drops from Mornings Womb are issuing,
Blesses with Fruitfulness thy Time; So dwells
The same Wise Judgment, as in safest Cells
Entempled, which my Primiere Servants swayed,
For so with them thy Parallel I have laid.
Churches Reform'd like
Queens unite to Thee,
Without disdain at thy Prioritie.
Converts from
Babel
through those Nations spread,
Whose Sovereigns Arm'd the Ten-horn'd Be'stian Head,
Now are received in Thee, who had before
Right of
Concubinage, because They bore
My Name Confess'd, though in polluted State,
Espous'd a-new, They higher now relate
To Me in Thee; In whom I will now embrace
Reform'd, all Churches of the Christian Race.
The
Gentiles
Fulness Thou to me present,
As Virgins Chast by Grace of new descent.
Each of these Orders Three their proper space
In Number fill, as They before their Place
In this World had: Threescore the Queens Account
Confines; Fourscore's the Concubines amount;
The
Gentiles
Fulness no Just figures hold,
In Numbers heaped on Numbers They are told,
That know no End; But Thou art only One,
My Impolluted Love, Thee, Thee alone
Thy Mother bare into that high degree;
That
Virgins Queens and Concubines in thee
Make up my Spouse,
Thee Envy cannot Touch,
For all concert thy Praise, thy Bless'd state Vouch;
Chorus.
The Virgins
Bless, Queens, Concubines thee Praise,
Those, as thy Daughters, These in Sisters phrase;
In Thee
the Mother-Woman sees alone
The Serpent bruis'd, and her Great Son on Throne.
The Chorus goes on.
What
Artist of the most reported Name,
E'er drew in Prophecy so Rich a Frame,
Embellishing Apocalyptic Lines?
Thus
John
with
Schelom,
as two grand Divines
Cenferr their Symbols, how does
Philadelph
Fill out this Picture with its single self?
All's Apostolic, and
That Song, that sprung
In those first Times, is now, as new, Resung:
For
th' Everlasting Gospel cannot be new,
Yet is renewed into its Native Hue;
Apostleship no second ever can Rise,
The
Twelve that were at first preserve the size
Of
Salem
's Walls, when new, it from Above
Descends, the Palace of the Princely Love.
Those
Scarlet Threadded Lips, those even shorn
(White washed Teeth) are therefore here not borne
In this new Emblem, nor the comely Talk,
Nor those twin Breasts, that as Two Roes do walk
Among the Lilies feeding; For all these
The Apostolic High Commission seife,
And undisseiz'd their Fundamental Right
By after Notes is to that
ONCE
kept tight.
The Sacred Canon of two Testaments
Once sealed, no farther swells; Faith's Ligaments
Close up are Wound;
ONCE
given, they remain
To shine more bright, but never given over again.
But now an Army for an Armory
Paints Expedition to a Victory;
These Daughters, Concubines, and Queens describe
Th'
Eternal Gospel Preach'd to every Tribe
Of Nations with Success; The numbers weigh
Each sort so justly out, that they allay
The scandal, that upbreids the Church Reform'd,
As least in the World's Map, as if over-swarm'd
By worser Names, For this these Numbers own;
The Virgins, Daughters now become, are thrown
Into a kind of
Infinite; Thus swell
In Rate the Regions, that are Infidel,
As they are spread in space, to them assigned,
By this Prophetick Truth, that
Countermin'd
Can never be; Though till it be fulfilled
Some
Mormocs may affright the too unskill'd
In Sacred Calendar,
the Sixty Queens,
Of Churches, that protest, each one that weens
Of things aright, sees eighty Concubines
Of Romish Name over-numbered in these Lines,
As Eight with Six compared, which in a Glance,
Redeems the wonder of the Proud enhance
Of Popish 'bove Reform'd in this Earths Tract,
Till the Great Change foretold Them into act.
And now those Twelve peculiar Tribes, that branch
From their true Native Olive, 'gin to Lanch
Fro' their long captiv'd State, first come those two,
We call the
Jews,
which in more open view
We see, and on the sudden start to sight
The Ten Tribes rising from their long-some Night;
Of these their
Schelom
Prince now sings, and Ends
In that Bless'd Mount, this Song of Songs Ascends.
The Calling of the
Jews
of the Two Tribes.
What Fair is This,
that as the Morning starts
Fair as the Moon, that Light with shades imparts,
And then clears up to th' brightness of the Sun?
And, as with displayed Banners Terrors run
From the Puissant Army, so'es the view
Of this return, a Spectacle so new
Of such Surprise, and even so to me;
For in the
Gardens Rich with Prophecy,
Though shell'd in Symbols, as the pleasing Nuts
Barr'd round to those, who do not pierce their shuts,
The
open Fruits I minded most, that grow
Along the Vales with an inviting show,
The flower'd Vine, and the Pomegranates blooms,
The open Truths in Prophets, which the glooms
Clear up of Hieroglyphics; While I pry'd
Thus every way, most unawares I Ride,
As in
Elijah
's Chariot snatched, and burn
In Flames of Passion for the swift Return
Of those my Princely People, Kings o'th'
East,
For whom my Prayers, as Chariots are Imprest;
With Voice twice doubled, as their Charioteer
I call, Return, Return, with quick Career
Thou Native
Salemite,
that we may view
All we, Adopted
Salemites,
the hew
Of
Salemites
by Nature, Eldest, First,
R'-engraff'd into their Olive Own,
they piercit
With Rage unnatural; And so cut off
Were doomed as
Parricides
to th' Nations scoff.
Chorus.
What then is to be seen, that so invites
Your flowing Passions to such
Salemites.
The Spouse.
'It is not themselves, that for themselves we'd see,
But Hosts of Angels, Heavens Embassy,
As
Jacob
's Vision of
Mahanaim;
Conducting Home those
Jews,
and bringing Him,
Our Souls so love attended with his Choire
Of Cherubs, Myriads waiting with Devoir
On Him, with Heavens Armies, till His Foes
Crouch basely under, as his Feets Repose;
And
David
's People thus Build up his Throne,
For which Bless'd state the weary Creatures Grone,
For Life 'tis from the Dead to us fore-told
By Prophecies Both Testaments Enroll'd.
CHAP. VII.
The Spouse Praises the
Jewish
Body Coming into Union with it.
HOW Beautious are the princely Feet now shod
With Liberty, that captiv'd naked trod
On Earth's hard Pavements; and
the Royal Thighs,
Whose motion was distorted, and the Guise
Of th' Princes Daughter so deformed with Chains,
Are jointed now with Pearl, that state maintains
To all her Motion; Which the Artists Hand
With deepest cunning Fram'd, so to command
The noblest Goings: Princess,
Thy Navel's Twirl'd
So close with Truth, that like a Goblet Curl'd
Into a Circle, fast must hold the Juice
Entrusted to it, and preserve to use
The Vital Liquor; while a fruitful Hill
Of Wheat thy Belly rises, that doth fill
Each gracious Appetite with Food so pure,
That Lilies with their Milk-white Guard secure
It all about: For Thy great Types unveil'd,
Thy Prophecies unlock'd are Truth
engrail'd
With highest Pleasures, which (as finest Wheat,
And noblest Moystures Bodies) Spirits treat;
Thy Testaments entwistit with so great Light
Of Exposition offered to all sight,
At this great Revolution shall, like Breasts,
Dispose their Milk abroad; As Roes whose rests
Are Rists to Motions fresh and new, so Truth
From thy Returns its leaps, and bounds renew'th,
And never flags; As Fountains pressed by Art
Mount High, so Thy two Breasts shall shoot and dart
On every side their Milky way, when thou
United to me shalt to my Love bow:
And though those Testaments are never new given,
By thy Conversion They divinely thriv'n
Swell like young Breasts, when soon the
Twelve of Tribes
Shall join Apostles Twelve, which thing describes
New Salem
's Gates and Walls, when each these Twelves
By Names engraven deep, Record themselves.
Now that I may define Thee with just Art
Distinguish'd from the Nations, thus each Part
Of the
Superior Order, I descry
By Figures of thy own Lands Royalty;
These, as the noblest
Vehicles of Life,
Life from the Dead, without intestine strife
To the whole World convey, and as the Rest
Of universal Riches; East and West
Send it abroad: Thy Neck's that
Eburn
Throne
King
Schelom
mounted to a Towers Cone,
On which Great
Schelom
Zenith'd sits in Reign,
When equal Judgment to Earth's Globe He'll deign:
And Trees in crowds of Woods shall clap their hands
For Joy; Then swelling Floods forsake their Sands,
In Thunders
Elah
to mount Praise: And Grones
Of the Creation melt into sweet Tones.
Clear as the
Heshbon
Fish-pools are thy Eyes,
Those Pools that by
Bath-Rabbims
Gate do rise,
Where Multitudes do flock to hear the Wise:
Ezekiel
's Landscaph of the Blessed state
Of Life by Waters, that as Seas dilate,
Agrees, For as the Scaled Habitants
Swim in unnumber'd sholes, and find no wants
Of room for Life in the vast Ocean, so
Men, as the Fishes shall these Waters Row;
And as successive Billows, Life shall rise
On all that moves; Here nothing moves and dies,
What's Dead, or Dyes into a Sea of Salt,
Is cast like
Sodom
's Lake, the Dead-Seas Vault.
Thy Nose like
Liban
's Tower,
Liban
's Perfumes
Drinks, and, as the blissful Odours it assumes,
It thence diffuses, while
Damascus
Types
The World around thee; Thus thy Nose, as Pipes
Conveys Lifes Savor, it had drunk, Thy Eyes
As Princes Bless, what in their prospect lies,
Thus thou, this Royal Tower, by thy Nose
Draw'st in, and dost again dispose
The Royal Savors; sending out those Breaths,
That thou didst first exhale; Thus Incense wreaths
In sweetest Circles: Thus whatever lies
Within thy point is Bless'd; For from thee hyes
The Incense down, that first to thee did rise.
Now in this lofty Temple State, and Air
Serene, grows useless the Goats Hair.
Thy Carmel Head Blazons an high Estate,
Bound with the Crimson, and the purpurate,
Bless'd Sch
••
m's high Estate, in Colours Plait
Of Royalty within thy Locks, for lo
The King not in the presence, but so,
As in his Palaces chief
Ante-rooms
He in the Galleries is held; He comes
From thence in State: My Ravish'd Thoughts rush on
In foretastes of the Pleasures we'r upon.
How great's the Beauty, and the Pleasure high
When Love set free from all Adversity
Baths in the Liquid streams of pure Delight?
What Inspir'd Pen can to this Love do right?
But I return to Thee, whose statures flown
To th'
Palm-Trees Height, and near its Top is grown;
Mean whilst, as gen'rous Clusters on the Vine,
That twists about that Height, swell out of Line;
So donit
Thy Breasts their Fruitfulness forget,
Whilst thou in Heights so near the Clouds are set.
I said, with Thee I will unite, and climb
Thy Highest Boughs; Thy Top that's so sublime,
I will reach with great Delights; For in thy H'ight
All Saints are equally advanced; Of Right
Thy Palms so high are grown; For they are due
To each of my Love's Victors, at that view
Triumphant; In due time thy Palm-Tree stands
With Branches to adorn the Conqu'rers Hands.
While Thou so graceful art, and while so High,
With both Thy Fruitfulness at once doth vie;
I joy thy Clusters to Repeat again,
Those pleasing fertile Smells Thy Nose amain
Breaths out, while as from
Apples, Atoms fly
With loud Reports, that Paradise is nigh,
And thy Mouths Roof, such Doctrines doth send down
Of th' Sacrifice, that's my Beloveds own,
Of greater Worth, then
blood of choicest Vines
Which into Consciences by such strait
Lines
Go down, that sleepy Lips awakened Praise
Heavens Bounty, that doth such Redemption raise.
Chorus.
Thus does the
Jew
and
Gentile
Church unite,
While yet the
Jew
doth Elder Sister write;
But so that Mercies each Reciprocate
One to another in this proper state.
For first the blinded
Isra'ls
lowest Fall
Was
Surrogated by the
Gentiles
Call,
And so did Mercy reach to th'
Pagan
wild,
Much more their Fulness is by Mercy Fil'd.
For when this People's (whose the Promise) Call'd,
Christ in his Glory then shall be Install'd;
And
Gentiles
Churches perfect; Now to repay
This Mercy to the
Jews,
In full display
Wisdom Contrives; For 'twas the
Gentile
Spouse,
That bore the Dragons, and the Beast's Carouse
Of Blood so long, upon
THIS
Kingdoms Hope,
Which cannot fail;
THIS
Kingdom then must Cope
These Martyrs with Reward; So
Jews
obtain
Mercy through
Gentiles
Mercy; Thus remain
Both under Mercy;
Oh the Waters deep
In which this Wisdom Sovereign doth steep
Its Foot-steps; But from Him's the Sourse of all,
Then to His Glory All things justly fall.
The
Jews
Conversion thus distinctly placed, the Song Returns to the One Spouse thus Grac'd, who now Speaks.
In this new Royal State, through th' Kings of th'
East
With me the
Gentile
Church Now One; I vest
My only Loved in myself; To Him entire
I am Devote; And now I feel the Fire
Of his approaching Coming, to receive
With New Desire His Spouse; To enterweave
His Love with Mine; Come therefore my Belov'd
Let us in Circuit visit the Improv'd
State of thy Church, in all its various Seats,
In all its Fruits, midst them let our Retreats
Now be disposed; Into the Fields let's walk,
And view thy Gospels spread, where late no stalk
Of Truth did grow: Thou in the Hamlets please
With me to Lodge, where Quiet doth appease
All Noise, and yet Thy Truth doth there diffuse
Into those private Thoughts; The silent Muse
Of thy great Kingdom in that privacy
The very Trees Applaud, and Woods revy;
Then with the Morning Light, our early steps
Shall to the Vineyards haste, we'll see the Leaps
The Vine makes into Clusters; The Granate
Pearl'd into Buds; For hereby we'll Rate
Thy Governments Approach; Those splendid Fruits
Of Truth are thy Gemm'd Scepters blooming shoots
Into its Glory, Strength, and just Extent;
Amidst those Fruits, my Love, thou shalt resent
That I thy Bride to Thee myself present:
Now on this Visit, I with Joy report;
All Flowers of Love, and Fruits of Pleasure sort
Themselves together; Eldest, latest Dates
Conspire, and place themselves around our Gates:
For since the World began to this Times joint,
All Truths and Graces flow, as to a point;
Which Treasur'd up for Thee, now make their Court
To thee, my Love, as in their last Effort.
CHAP. VIII.
The Earnest Desire of the Church, for the Personal Appearance, and Reign of Christ in Human Nature.
I Ask with flaming Passions, and yet veiled
With Modesty, I Ask, as One appal'd,
With my own boldness, thus I shade desire,
Who'll Thee me Give in Freedoms so entire,
Yet so uncensur'd, as my Brother Thou,
That the same Breasts with me didst Suck! I'd Vow
My Chastest Kisses to thy Lips; In streets
I'd find Thee, and Thou'dst not despise my Greets,
Into my Mothers House I'd draw my Love,
Who did me teach, that Promise first to move;
Which as the
Granates Juice, and spiced Wine
I press into thy Crowned Cup; Divine
I know thy Person is: The Woman's Seed
Yet is to Reign in view: Thy happy speed
I urge now at the Time so just; An Age
Each Minute seems; I give in Umpirage
Betwixt my Love and me, what er'st I prayed,
When Liberty from
Babels
Thrall delayed
Press'd me so hard; (be it of this time
The happy Signal) Now when FALLS in chime
The
Babel,
night Spiritual, I pray
Let His Left Hand my Head support, each Day
He stays; His Right me embrace, as loves dear pawn,
My Nuptial Morn is now just at its dawn.
And until then, you
Salem
's Daughters hear
My solemn Charge; Which now no weight of fear
Is possible, or needs t' enforce, Those Roes
And Hinds so wild now tamed would not discompose
Your Peace, as Salvages enraged; But th' Awes
Of my Great Love so near to come are Laws
Of greatest Power; That Him you not displease
In gracious Posture; Ruffle not his Ease,
Untill that oft Repeated, Self-same-day
Be broke, and the last Shadows fly away.
Chorus.
The Appearance of the Ten Tribes, as on a sudden.
Who's This, that from a tedious Exile mounts,
As if in Desert lost, that all accounts
Of her have failed; Till now propp'd by the Arm
Of Him, who's pleased to Love without a Charm
Of Merit; This ever lasting Arm can reach
All Times, and none that's past his Grasp Impeach.
These are the Ten Tribes now returned, long lost
From all Appearance, on the Four Winds Tost,
Now stayed, and guided by the Arms, that bear
Whole Nature up, we see them thus appear.
The King.
Though others wonder, yet not new to me,
Of Old I raised Thee, from the
Apple-Tree
Of thy Lost Paradise, (as now from thy desert
I call home to myself thy wild'red Heart)
There
Eve,
All Livings Mother, did adorn
Thy Cradle, There my Church conceived and born,
Was of that Sovereign Promise to
Eves
Seed,
Wherein I am Supreme; Thus 'twas Decreed.
So long forgotten, I by Love revis'd
Would now from future Forfeiture Fore-pris'd,
Stand sealed; on Thy Heart; Thy Arm; Thy Heart,
As deep engraven there, and never to part
From thy endeared Thoughts; and on Thy Arm,
That to Love's Eye I may be still a Charm.
Thy Love my Heart doth with that Passion fill,
That it without Enjoyment cannot be still;
How Vehement the Coals, how Hot They glow,
That by Love's force Spirits Immortal Blow?
Love unenjoy'd's strong, as the Dismal Gloom
Of Death I have Endur'd; I feel and dread the Doom
Repeatit; Of loosing Thee a-new, doth Rave
A Jealousy like to the Cruel Grave,
I have been Cloister'd in; Whose Womb doth crave
Still Endless more, No Rolling Floods can Quench
Love's Flames, nor flowing Oceans too deep drench
Its Spirits, or itself to Loss;
Nor can
The Riches of the World Bribe off the Man,
That Loves, The Substance of a House would be,
If stak'd 'gainst Love, Refus'd with Scofferie:
Thy Self now Come, no Mammonized State
Can Vicar for Thee, nor my Passions Sate;
Thy Self I seek, Thy Self alone I prize,
The World of Worlds without Thee I despise.
The Spouse Concerning the Ten Tribes newly Return'd.
A Youngest Converts Sister's come to View,
Who hath no Breasts yet, Her Return's so new:
The Gospel Knowledge is not Fashion'd yet
Into those
Breasts, with Milky Veins so set,
That may Receive, and so disperse the Juice
Of Truth, as Children's Food through every Sluice.
What shall we in our Prayers then Present?
In our Consults Resolve, That may Indent
With Succor to her Case?
If She shall stand
Firm, as a Wall of Stone, We'll Counter-band
That Constancy in her Profession; We
With such a Frame of Truth and Sanctitie
Will her Ennoble, as a Palace Rais'd
Of Massive Silver, for its Luster Prais'd
Of every Eye, seating its Light and Beams
Of Holy Laws to flow in Milky streams
If She's
a Door, by which the Tender Flock
May in and out be Guided without Shock
Of Force, or Falsehood, and sweet Pasture find;
That Door with
Boards of Cedar we will bind;
With Cedar Boards, whose Safety, State, and Smell
So Princely, shall Attract, Secure and Swell
Its Converts to great Numbers: While these Marks
Of Royal Grace and Favor mount its Sparks
To a Victorious Flame; So Bless'd this state
Of Times shall be Glorys to propagate.
Chorus.
So Quick indeed is now the Churches Growth,
That nothing lingers with a Languid Sloath.
Firm Wall of Rock I stand in the' Temple Frame,
And my small Breasts swelled to High Towers Name,
That Spout from High the Gospel with Renown,
Renown so Great, that Circles in a Crown:
For in the Princes Grace I stood so Fair,
That as a Princely Spouse with Royal Air
Surround'd I Favor found; And His Delight
Is now to Honor me with Spousal Right.
Chorus.
A Description of the Supreme Kingdom of Christ, under the Parable of
Solomon
's Royal Vineyard.
King
Schelom
had a Royal Vineyard placed,
So that
Baal Hamon
's Name its Grandeur graced:
Princely Abundance that Great Name Imports,
This
Schelom
could not Grasp within the Efforts
Of his own Eye, though Greatest, Wisest, King;
With Caution therefore, that each Farmer bring,
A thousand Silverings He Lets it out:
Thus to his State the Circle runs about;
The Fruits in Silver thus returned supply
By Right th' Expence of
Schelom
's Dignity.
The King.
While This some shade to th' Royal Vineyard gives,
That I call Mine, as Paint gives to what Lives,
How Dark yet, and how Dead are still the Lines!
How short of the Great Life! For my True Vines
With their whole Plat are
always in my Eye;
Each Keeper that I place, I will stand by,
And by my Eye Guide All; No Error shall
So much as in a Point this State Appall:
For as my Saints alike my Vineyard keep
So I Them All, whose Eye's never chained by sleep.
Chorus.
The Thousand then whole Glories perfect Sum
To Thee the Great, the
Schelom
True must Come;
Two Hundred, without hazard Run, Reward
Those, Thou acceptest, as thy Vineyards Guard.
Now as the Parrity Aggrands the Rate;
So that no Loss can be, Blesses the State:
How Royal isit, that the chief Shepherds Ten
Two as reward Communicates! For when
Old
Salem
's Priest-hood
Decimate but one
In Ten to a Community, the Tone
Of Bless'd
New Salem
's Priests is stretched alike,
And to each Saint twice one in ten doth strike:
For when Ten Hundred to the King doth Rise,
Two Hundred to each Saint He doth demise:
For every Saint's a Priest, and keeps the Vine,
Himself; The Vineyard by an equal Line
Rises from every Vine: So the Reward
Runs Equal to this Equal Priestly Guard.
This is Essential Glory, yet Degrees
May vary, as in Light the Stars One sees.
The King.
Oh Thou that in the
Gardens yet dost Dwell,
Which to Mount Paradise of God shall swell
In Beauty, and in Fruits; Now, Now, that All
Is thus prepared,
My Spouse, I'd hear thy Call
Ecchoed by every Saint in Harmonie;
And then I Come, I quickly Come to Thee.
The Spouse.
My Voice, Lord Jesus, Thou shalt hear, thy Bride
One Spirit Tunes to say with Holy Pride,
At such a Day Approaching; Come, yea Come,
As youthful Harts and Roes on Hills do Roame,
With Bounds so Quick, that everywhere They'reseen,
Thou on
the Spicy Mount without all screen
Of shade be seen, let no Dark Spot appear,
Unguilded by thy Lightning Quick each where;
So let the Redolency of thy Air
Perfume each Point, and no Ill Blast empair
Those sweetest Breaths; Now be there no Delay,
Haste thee, Lord Jesus, Come, yea Come Away.
Thee to Annoint, the Mount of Spices Grows,
And to an Endless Royal UNGUENT Flows.
THE EXPOSITOR'S CONCLUSION.
THough not in
Babel
's Land, but
Babel
's Times
This
Zion
's Song I sing; As its sweet Chimes
I Skill not to Tune High; So the Repike
Of untun'd Ears its True sounds back do strike
With Disacceptance; But One
Decad more
Of Years to Light springs Prophecies deep store,
Then will a New Composure soon Enflame
Each
Salem
's Daughter to Rechant the same.
Then I Great
Schelom
's
Humble Poet, whom
Contempt now Locks into a silent Tomb,
Shall by the Comment of those Brighter Days
Rise better Understood, and Crown'd with Bays:
This in Diviner Warmths I dare Predict:
And if before that Time My Soul's
Relicit
Lye down,
On it This Epitaph let Sit,
IN PROPHECY, ON SONG OF SONGS HE WRITT.
To Him be Glory by Jesus Christ for Ever.
Amen.
FINIS.