Mel Heliconium :: :: University of Virginia Library

Go too my soul, thy doors unlock,
Behold the Son of God doth knock,
And offers to come in:
O suffer not to go from hence,
So great a God, so just a Prince,
That were a grievous sin.
Refuse not then to intertain
So great a guest, who would so fain

Come lodge and sup with thee:
If thou refuse, he can command
The Gorgon which is in his hand
Thy soul to terrifie.
His word the Gorgon is, which can
Turn unto senslesse stones that man
Whose gates will not display
Themselves to him, who still intreats
To come unto our Cabinets;
And yet wee'll not give way.
O Lord, whose word doth me sustain,
And all that's in the earth and main,
And in the painted skies:
Let me those goodly fruits of gold
Which in thy gardens shine, behold
With these my feeble eyes.
Lord give the King a lasting name,
And strength, that he may bear the frame
Of this great Monarchy:
From whom if Prudence do not part,
Nor light of Knowledge from his heart,
Wee'll fear no Anarchy.
Make thou his golden splendor shine
As far as did King Atlas Mine
To earths remotest bound,
And let his head ascend as high
As Atlas did above the sky,
With light and glory crown'd.