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The Minor Poems of Joseph Beaumont

... Edited from the autograph manuscript with introduction and notes by Eloise Robinson

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The Gardin
  


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The Gardin

June 12.

1

The Gardins quit with me: as yesterday
I walked in that, to day that walks in me;
Through all my memorie
It sweetly wanders, & has found a way
To make me honestly possess
What still Anothers is.

2

Yet this Gains dainty sence doth gall my Minde
With the remembrance of a bitter Loss.
Alas, how odd & cross
Are earths Delights, in which the Soule can finde
No Honey, but withall some Sting
To check the pleasing thing!

3

For now I'm hanted with the thought of that
Heavn-planted Gardin, where felicitie
Flourishd on every Tree.
Lost, lost it is; for at the guarded gate
A flaming Sword forbiddeth Sin
(That's I,) to enter in.

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4

O Paradise! when I was turned out
Hadst thou but kept the Serpent still within,
My banishment had been
Less sad & dangerous: but round about
This wide world runneth rageing He
To banish me from me:

5

I feel that through my soule he death hath shott;
And thou, alas, hast locked up Lifes Tree.
O Miserable Me,
What help were left, had JESUS'S Pity not
Shewd me another Tree, which can
Enliven dying Man.

6

That Tree, made Fertile by his own dear blood;
And by his Death with quickning virtue fraught.
I now dread not the thought
Of barracado'd Eden, since as good
A Paradise I planted see
On open Calvarie.