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First Line: Walking, my lord, within thy paradise
Last Line: My love to thee, an offering to thy love.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature


Walking, my Lord, within thy Paradise
I finde a Fruite whose Beauty smites mine Eye
And Taste my Tooth that had no Core nor Vice.
An Hony Sweet, that's never rotting, ly
Under a Tree, which view'd, I knew to bee
The Tree of Life whose Bulk's Theanthropie.

And looking up, I saw its boughs all bow
With Clusters of this Fruit that it doth bring,
Nam'de Greatest LOVE. And well, For bulk, and brow,
Thereof, of th'sap of Godhood-Manhood spring.
What Love is here for kinde? What sort? How much?
None ever, but the Tree of Life, bore such.

Who is the Object of this Love? and in
Whose mouth doth fall the Apple of this tree?
Is't Man? A Sinner? Such a Wormhol'de thing?
Oh! matchless Love, Laid out on such as Hee!
Should Gold Wed Dung, should Stars Wooe Lobster Claws,
It would no wonder, like this Wonder, cause.

Is sinfull Man the Object of this Love?
What then doth it for this its Object doe,
That doth require a purging far above
The whiteness, Sope and Nitre can bestow,
(Else Justice will its Object take away
Out of its bosome, and to hell't convay?)

Hence in it steps, to justice saith, I'll make
Thee satisfaction, and my Object shine.
I'l slay my Humane Nature for thy sake
Fild with the Worthiness of thy Divine
Make pay therewith. The Fruite doth sacrifice
The tree that bore't. This for its object dies.

An Higher round upon this golden scale
Love cannot Climbe, than to lay down the Life
Of him that loves, for him belov'd to bale,
Thereby to satisfy, and end all strife.
Thou lay'st, my Lord, thy Life down for thy Friend
And greater Love than this none can out send.

Then make me, Lord, thy Friend, I humbly pray
Though I thereby should be deare bought by thee.
Not dearer yet than others, for the pay
Is but the same for others as for mee.
If I be in thy booke, my Life shall proove
My Love to thee, an Offering to thy Love.





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