Poems By W. H. [i.e. William Hammond] |
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To Sr. J. G. wishing me to regain my fortunes by complyance with the Parliament.
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To Sr. J. G. wishing me to regain my fortunes by complyance with the Parliament.
The resignation of my selfe and mine
I prostrate at the footstep of his Shrine,
Who for the mighty love he bore to me
Laid out himselfe in each capacity,
Unasked pawnes his deity, and shrouds
All mighty feeblenesse in humane clouds,
And even that Cottage did to death engage
For three dayes, to redeem our Heritage;
For no lesse price then his humanity
Could ransome us, stampt with divinity.
I prostrate at the footstep of his Shrine,
Who for the mighty love he bore to me
Laid out himselfe in each capacity,
Unasked pawnes his deity, and shrouds
All mighty feeblenesse in humane clouds,
And even that Cottage did to death engage
For three dayes, to redeem our Heritage;
For no lesse price then his humanity
Could ransome us, stampt with divinity.
The story of this noble Surety (friend)
Should to such extasy our zeales extend,
That our Estates or selves we ne're should deeme
So free, as when they morgag'd are for him:
I therefore can with a contented mind
Shake hands with all the wealth of either Inde;
In a clear conscience finding riches more
Then there the Sun bequeaths unto his Ore;
Who drinks with sacred Druids at the brook,
(Whose unjust sufferings are for guilt mistook,)
And from their mouth (now the forbidden tree
Alasse, of knowledge) sucks divinity,
With Angels on an honest bed of leaves
Redintegrated Paradise conceaves;
For Heaven is onely Gods revealed face;
So these make Paradise, and not the place.
Should to such extasy our zeales extend,
That our Estates or selves we ne're should deeme
So free, as when they morgag'd are for him:
I therefore can with a contented mind
Shake hands with all the wealth of either Inde;
In a clear conscience finding riches more
Then there the Sun bequeaths unto his Ore;
Who drinks with sacred Druids at the brook,
(Whose unjust sufferings are for guilt mistook,)
And from their mouth (now the forbidden tree
Alasse, of knowledge) sucks divinity,
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Redintegrated Paradise conceaves;
For Heaven is onely Gods revealed face;
So these make Paradise, and not the place.
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