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^[1]Make me, O Lord, they Spin[n]ing Wheele compleat;

Thy Holy Worde my Distaff make for mee.

Make mine Affections they Swift Flyers neate,

And make my Soule thy holy Spoole to bee.

My Conversation make to be they Reele,

And reele the yearn thereon spun of thy Wheele.

Make m e thy Loome then, knit therein this Twine:

And make thy Holy Spirit, Lord, winde quills:

Then weave the Web thyselfe. The yarn is fine.

Thine Ordinances make my Fulling Mills.

Then dy the same in Heavenly Colours Choice,

All pinkt with Varnish’t Flowers of Paradise.

Then cloath therewith mine Understanding, Will,

Affections, Judgment, Conscious, Memory;

My Words and Actions, that their shine may fill

My wayes with glory and thee glorify.

Then mine apparell shall display before yee

That I am Cloathd in Holy robes for glory.

Source:

The Poetical Works of Edward Taylor, Thomas H. Johnson, ed., Public Domain