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Spiritual Songs, or, Songs of Praise to Almighty God Upon several Occasions

Together with The Song of Songs Which is Solomons. First Turn'd, then Paraphrased in English Verse. The Second Edition, Corrected, with an Addition of a Sacred Poem on Dives and Lazarus [by John Mason]
Mason, John (1646?-1694)

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The VERSION Chap VII.

CHRIST.

1

O Daughters of a Prince how Fair
Are both thy Shooes and Feet!
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Thy Joynts and Thighes like Jewels are,
Wrought by an Hand discreet.

2

Thy Navel, as a Cup Compleat,
With Liquour doth abound.
Thy Belly's like an Heap of Wheat,
Which Lillies do Surround.

3

Thy two Breasts are like two Young Roes,
Well Shap'd and Well-agreed,
Both which are Loving Twins, And those
Among the Lillies Feed.

4

Thy Neck, Like Ivory, is most Fair,
And, like a Tower, most Strait.
Thine Eyes like Heshbons-Pools, which are
Hard by Bath-Rabbim Gate.
Thy Nose is like to Lebanons Tower,
The Tower which doth Command
Damascus Town, the Chiefest Flower
Of all the Syrian Land.

5

Thine Head on thee like Carmel is,
Thine Hair, Like Purple Stain'd
The Galleries so take his Eyes,
The King is there detain'd.
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How Fair art thou, how pleasant art,
My Love, unto my Sight!
So Sweetly Grac'd in every part,
Thou art my whole delight.

7

Unto a Palm-Tree I Compare,
Thy Stature strait and Fine.
Thy Breasts appear both full and fair
Like Clusters of the Vine.

8

I said I will this Palm-Tree Climb,
I'le Search her Branches well,
Thy Breasts shall now like Clusters shew,
Thy Nose like Apples Smell.

9

Thy Palate's like the Choicest Wine
Which for my Friend I keep,
Which Sweetly Flowes, and causeth those
To Speak that are asleep.

The Church

10

I am my Welbeloved's own;
And He is wholly mine;
The Stream of His Affection
Doth towards me incline.
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11

Come, my Beloved, let us go
Into the Fields abroad;
And in the Villages below
Let's take up our abode.

12

Let's get up early in the Morn
And to the Vineyards go;
To See what Fruits the Trees adorn,
Whether the Vine doth grow.
Whether the tender Grapes appear,
And the Pomegranates thrive,
(The Hopes of the Ensuing year)
There thee my Loves I'll give.

13

The Mandrakes Smell, and at our door
All pleasant Fruits there be,
Both new and old which are my Store
Laid up, my Love, for Thee.

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