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First Line: My double dear lord, yea doubled ore and ore
Last Line: And I will sing thy grace with gracious strife.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature


My double Deare Lord, yea doubld ore and ore
Ten thousand times, it would indeed still rise
Too little for to knock at thy blesst doore
Of Loveliness ten thousand times its sise.
'Twould be a gift ten thousand times too small
For my poor love to honour thee withall.

My Love alas is a small shrivled thing
A little Crickling a blasted bud,
Scarce a grain in weight that can't unto thee bring
Scarce lump * * * nor give * * *
And shall I then presume therewith to greet
The precious jewells that adorn thy feet?

Thou as the Apple tree, in wood dost rise
Even such among the Sons and them Excellst
The world * * * in envy's eyes
But thou these White * * * thou tellst,
Twould this gold Martyre * * * relats in's streams
* * * indeed its but * * * golden dreams.

Not like the tree that once in Eden grew
Out of whose bows th'old serpent drops
Into our Mother Eve's lap the apple threw
The which she quickly mumbled in her Chops.
That tree of Life god's Paradise within
That healing fruite brings froth to heale 'gainst sin.

Its better far then was the snakes eges found
By the poore squerrell, and did arm itselfe
Therewith held in its teeth when th'Snake did round
Assault it who held them unto this Elfe.
She tendered the Eggs held in its mouth strange fate
And so repelld away the Rattle Snake.

Oh! Shake the tree and make these apples fall
Into my Wicker Basket oh how free
Art thou my Apple tree, surpassing all
Then spirituall Food and Physick, curing mee.
Then I shall have rich spirituall Balms, once had
The Balm of Gilliad to make me glad.

Lord serve up in thy Saphire Charger bright
A service of these golden Apples brave
Whose sight and sent will fill me with delight
As they come tumbling * * * Wave,
My food will Food and Med'cine to mee bee
Which Grace itselfe cooks up aright for mee.

Thou tree of Life yea life erelasting stand
Within the Paradise of God thou hast
That promisd them that hath that happy hand
As to overcome shall Eating of it tast.
Lord send me with this promisd branch of Life
And I will sing thy Grace with gracious strife.





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