The synagogue, or, the shadow of the temple Sacred poems, and private ejaculations. In imitation of Mr George Herbert [by Christopher Harvey] |
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The Dedication. |
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The Dedication.
Lord, my first fruits should have been sent to thee,
For thou the tree
That bare them, onely lentest unto me.
For thou the tree
That bare them, onely lentest unto me.
But while I had the use, the fruit was mine,
Not so divine
As that I dare presume to call it thine.
Not so divine
As that I dare presume to call it thine.
Before 'twas ripe, it fell unto the ground:
And since I found
It bruised in the dirt, nor cleane nor sound;
And since I found
It bruised in the dirt, nor cleane nor sound;
Some I have wip'd and pickt, and bring thee now,
Lord, thou know'st how:
Gladly I would, but dare it not avow.
Lord, thou know'st how:
Gladly I would, but dare it not avow.
Such as it is, 'tis here. Pardon the best,
Accept the rest:
Thy pardon and acceptance maketh blest.
Accept the rest:
Thy pardon and acceptance maketh blest.
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