Fruits of Retirement Or, Miscellaneous Poems, Moral and Divine. Being Some Contemplations, Letters, &c. Written on a Variety of Subjects and Occasions. By Mary Mollineux ... To which is Prefixed, Some Account of the Author |
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To Cousin P. S.
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To Cousin P. S.
Love, that inviteth all Men, hath (I see)Extended its Engaging Hand to thee,
Dear Child! Consider and incline thine Ear,
Bow down in Meekness, and thou'lt quickly hear
The still small Voice, which doth behind thee say,
Come, follow me, this is the Heav'nly Way,
Walk in it: Travel here, thoul't not be weary,
(This Path leads on to Sion's Sanctuary)
But diligently waiting, shall renew
Thy Strength in Him, that's Holy, Just, and True,
The blessed Prince of Everlasting Peace,
Who, as obey'd, will plenteously increase
His daily Favours in thee, and reveal
His Holy Will, and strengthen to prevail
Against thine Enemies, that do surround
Thy Soul with Snares, whereby thy Griefs abound:
This is indeed the good Samaritan,
That binds up broken Hearts, and only can
Heal the afflicted; but he loves to see
Jacob bow down in deep Humility:
For then's the time of Love; He then extends
His Love to contrite Hearts; such he defends
With his Indwelling Presence: Therefore Fear
Always; for he delighteth to appear
To those that fear his Name, and faithful be
To what's made known; in small things, they shall see
Dominion over much, if they forsake
The Flatt'ring World, and Self, for Jesus sake,
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He's only worthy over all to Reign.
Stoop therefore to the Cross, and do not fear
What Earth can do, tho' Mortals scoff and jeer,
And persecute, as those have ever done,
That stubbornly Rebel against the Son
And Heir of Glory: Him they buffeted,
Revil'd and scorn'd; and on his Comely Head
They tauntingly did set a Crown of Thorn,
Whose Head the Crown of Glory doth adorn.
'Twas He, that for his Foes resign'd his Breath,
And by his Suffering conquer'd Hell and Death:
Therefore let's Suffer with him, that we may
Live in his Presence in th'Approaching Day;
When all his Adversaries shall become
But as a Footstool to be trampled on.
1679.
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