Flamma sine Fumo or, poems without fictions. Hereunto are annexed the Causes, Symptoms, or Signes of several Diseases with their Cures, and also the diversity of Urines, with their Causes in Poetical measure. By R. W. [i.e. Rowland Watkyns] |
The Carpenter. |
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The Carpenter.
Is not this the Carpenter's Son?
God is the Carpenter, whose skilful hand
Upon the waters made this Orb to stand.
He did compose the gate, which is the way
To heavens bliss; and keeps himself the key:
He hath his Plain, when we are rough and wild,
To make our stubborn Natures smooth and mild
He hath his perfect Rule, his Sawe, his Axe,
To order that which reformation lacks.
This Carpenter makes hearts and hands agree,
And joins them fast in bonds of Unity.
Lord, join and glue my soul to thee so well,
That I in thee, and thou in me may'st dwell.
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