The Minor Poems of Joseph Beaumont ... Edited from the autograph manuscript with introduction and notes by Eloise Robinson |
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Love
Observe that Bush, it was as dry as TheeOr Mee.
A Simple Shrub it was, & every Blast
That past
Made it her sport; No Bird yt flew yt way
Would stay
Upon so poor a perch; It onely was,
Alas,
Meet food for flames: And flames made their repast
At last
Upon its boughs; but yet no flames of prey
Were they,
No ravenous fire, but innocent & bright
As Light,
When in a Crrystall Mirrour her Sweet Ray
Doth play.
Such are ye Flames of Heavnly Love, whose heat
Though great,
Yet in a Mortall Bosome they can dwell
As well
As in ye Seraphs Breasts, & harme it not.
In that
And these poor Shrubs of Ours 'tis but ye same
Sweet Flame.
Who but ye Great Creatour flamed there?
And heere
Who burnes but Hee? who but ye God above
Is Love?
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