Upon a Wasp, Chilled with Cold

23 Sep

This is my fave of this batch, a poem in two stanzas: in the first, Taylor studies closely a wasp he ostensibly encounters in nature, and personifies it so that it feels cold, rubs itself warm, etc. He grants it thought with it’s “turreted rationality” and suggests the wasp has a christian conscience (“a Volume of choice precepts clear”).

In the sec0nd stanza, Taylor reflects on the wasp, and asks God to make His creation more clear to Taylor. He talks about a school and a schoolmaster, but isn’t so explicit about the lessons he takes from the scene, instead being content to just set the frame: when we look to nature, we do it to ascertain and appreciate God’s design.


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