Classic Poem

Serving for Westminsters Cathedral, their old Service.
And Courts of Westminster, those Elders sitting, &c.
February, 1646
Revel. cap. 4.
Post haec vidi, & ecce ostium apertum in Caelo, &c.
New PSALM or SONG;
The Contents The Holy Ghost first knocks, so high extold,
shews the end come, by New writ witnessed and Old; in whose
Kalender the time set out, a week expired of Centuries
thereabout; When as Twenty four from Normand Race sprung,
cast their Crowns down, Times hour-glasse (as 'twere) run.
So opend the aforesaid gate or door, what winged Beasts be those four; what restlesse eyes those day and night; the first ruff a Lyon like: The other smooth as a Calfs skin soft: the fourth an Eagle flying aloft: Midst them one visag'd as a MAN, which knot unloose he who can: what eyes these before and behind, Holy, Holy, &c. all of one minde; Which was, which is to come , say, Glory to Father, Spirit ,
Son . Inthroned, powther'd within whose Robe, in right hand whose the Starry Globe, the likenesse of the Judgment Day, as Resurrection robes display.
Benedicite omnia opera .
The four Beasts, &c. Bethlems Manger sometime the Throne,
as its describ'd, where she did grone; a Feather-bed cald
otherwise, some Dormix curtains wrought with eyes; their
work both sides alike doth shew, full of holes, besides all eaten
so; A Rug and Blankets thereon laid, a woful prisoner, the
aforesaid, whose companions tedious hours, no better Church
than prisoners towers: As Elders white arrayed so shine, Four
and twenty first crownd of time: Seasons four, also with Feast
days, crowns resign; aloud him praise, all proclaiming
Eternity, away with tyrant Time they cry.
All Blessing, Power, Honor , say, to him dedicate a third day; worship no Throne but his alone, besides whom King nor Priests is none: Like as with twain that covered their face, other twain with flying apace, their feet covered also with train, Time past, present, and futures reign.
So Tabernacles three let us make, one for Moses, Christs, and Elias sake; as for those that adore the Beast, no Sabbath have, day or nights rest.
Lo Moonday she caelestial virgin bride, as Behold, I make all things new, Gates wide, new Earth, &c. Jerusalems peaceable rest, Spouse of the Sun, our splendant new Moon's feast, Monethly, the golden Tree of life like renders its fruit, no more pain, prison, strife: As spar'd a million of Belial Sons, better then touch one of those sacred ones: O kisse this precious Altar Coal, purges division, makes ye whole.
Away with former fashions old and past: New Lights appear, new Song record at last; he that is otherwise at his peril, as he that righteous is, be he so still.
So Gates and Prison Doors be no more shut,
The King of Glory comes, your souls lift up.