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The  Reflexion

Lord, art thou at the tablehead above

Meat, medicine, sweetness, sparkling beauties to

Enamor souls with flaming flakes of love,

And not my trencher[1], nor my cup o’erflow?

Be n’t I a bidden guest? Oh! sweat mine eye[2].

O’reflow with tears: Oh! draw thy fountains dry.


Shall I not smell thy sweet, Oh! Sharon’s Rose?[3]

            Shall not mine eye salute thy beauty? Why?[4]

Shall thy sweet leaves their beauteous sweet upclose?

As half ashamed my sight should on them lie?

Woe’s me! for this my sighs shall be in grain

Offer’d on Sorrow’s alter for the same.


Had not my soul’s  — thy conduit —  pipes stopped been

With mud, what ravishment would’st thou convey?

Let Grace’s golden spade dig till the spring

            Of tears arise, and clear this filth away.

            Lord, let thy spirit raise my sighings till

            These pipes — my soul — do with thy sweetness fill.


Earth was once paradise of Heaven below

            Till infected sin had it with poison stocked

And chassed this paradise away into

            Heav’n’s upmost loft, and it in glory locked.

            But thou, sweet Lord, hast with thy golden key

            Unlocked the door, and made a golden day.


Once at thy feast[5], I saw thee pearl-like stand

            ‘Tween Heaven and Earth where Heaven’s bright glory all

In streams fell on thee, as a floodgate and,

            Like sunbeams through thee on the world to fall.

            Oh! sugar sweet then! My dear sweet Lord, I see

            Saints’ heaven-lost happiness restored by thee.


Shall Heaven, and Earth’s bright glory all up lie

–Like sunbeams bundled in the sun — in thee?

Dost thou sit Rose[6] at table head, where I

            Do sit, and carv’st no morsel sweet for me?

            So much before, so little now! Sprindge[7], Lord

            Thy rosie leaves and me their glee afford.


Shall not thy rose my garden fresh perfume?

            Shall not thy beauty my dull heart assail?

Shall not thy golden gleams run through this gloom?

            Shall my black velvet mask thy fair face veil?

            Pass o’er my faults: shine forth, bright sun: arise

            Enthrone thy rosy-self within mine eyes.

[1] Trencher: c.1308, “wooden platter on which to cut meat,” from Anglo-Fr.trenchour, from O.N.Fr. trencheor “a trencher,” lit. “a cuttingplace,” from O.Fr. trenchier 

“to cut” 

trencher. Dictionary.com. Online Etymology Dictionary. Douglas Harper, Historian.http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/trencher (accessed: September 20, 2012).



originally a thick slice of bread, used as a primitive form of platefor eating and for slicing meat (hence its derivation from“trancher”- to cut, or carve), but by the 14th century square orcircular wooden plate of rough workmanship. There was usually asmall cavity for salt in the rim of the wooden plate, andsometimes the main section was so formed that it could beturned over and the other side used for second course 

trencher. Dictionary.com. © Encyclopedia Britannica, Inc.. Encyclopedia Britannica, Inc.. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/trencher (accessed: September 20, 2012).


[3] Song of Solomon 2:1

[4] Why not?

[5] The Lord’s Supper, Communion.

[6] Jesus, as the Rose of Sharon

[7] Sprinkle.