Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO THE KING, TO CURE THE EVIL, by ROBERT HERRICK



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First Line: To find that tree of life, whose fruits did feed
Last Line: Mine is the evill, but the cure, the kings.
Subject(s): Courts & Courtiers; Royal Court Life; Royalty; Kings; Queens


To find that Tree of Life, whose Fruits did feed,
And Leaves did heale, all sick of humane seed:
To finde Bethesda, and an Angel there,
Stirring the waters, I am come; and here,
At last, I find, (after my much to doe)
The Tree, Bethesda, and the Angel too:
And all in Your Blest Hand, which has the powers
Of all those suppling-healing herbs and flowers.
To that soft Charm, that Spell, that Magick Bough,
That high Enchantment I betake me now:
And to that Hand, (the Branch of Heavens faire Tree)
I kneele for help; O! lay that hand on me,
Adored Cesar! and my Faith is such,
I shall be heal'd, if that my King but touch.
The Evill is not Yours: my sorrow sings,
Mine is the Evill, but the Cure, the KINGS.





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