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First Line: The vines of lebanon that briskly grew
Last Line: And it shall beare thee fruits stew'd in sweet reech.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature


The Vines of Lebanon that briskly grew
Roses of Sharon in their flowrish fair,
The Lillies of the Vallies Beauteous shew
And Carmels Glorious Flowery Robes most rare
In all their lively looks blusht brisk, appeare
Dull Wan lookt things, Lord, to thy Gardens geere.

Engedi's Vineyard, that brave Camphire bower,
The Cypress Banks and Beds of bravery
And Eshcol's Grapes that royall juyce out shower,
And Wine of Hesbon in its flavor high
With Elevating Sparks stand shrinking, blush
To see the flowrish of thy Garden flush.

Mount Olivet with Olive Trees full green,
The flowrishing Almonds in their smiling ray
And Sibma's vaporing Wines that frolick seem
Are all unmand as tipsy, slink away
As blushing at their manners to behold
Thy Nut trees Gardens buds and flowers unfold.

Whose Buds not Gracious but pure Grace do shine.
Whose blossoms are not sweet but sweetness 'brace
Whose Grapes are not Vine berries, but rich Wine:
Whose Olives Oyle Springs be'n't, but Oyle of Grace.
When pound and presst, they Cordiall juyce bleed all
And Spirits Unction. Oh! Sweet Hony fall.

These Buds are better than blown Roses fair:
These Blossoms fairer bee than Carmels hew:
These Vines beare Grapes sweeter than Raisens are.
These Nuts are better than ere Nutmegs grew.
Olivets Olive's but a grease pots mate
To thy Nut Gardens Vine and Pomegranate.

In thy Nut Garden make my heart a Bed
And set therein thy Spicknard, Cypress, Vine
Rose, Olive, Almonds, Pares, Plumbs White, and Red,
Pomegranats, Spices, Frankincense divine.
If thou dost stud my heart with graces thus
My heart shall beare thee fruits perfumed flush.

Make thou my Soule, Lord, thy mount Olivet
And plant it with thy Olive Trees fair Green,
Adornd with Holy blossoms, thence beset
With Heavens Olives, Happy to be seen.
Thy Sacred Oyle will then make bright to shine
My Soul its face, and all the works of mine.

Set thou therein thy Pomegranate of State
Thy Spice Trees, Cloves and Mace, thy Cynamon.
Thy Lemons, Orenges, Nuts, Almonds, Dates,
Thy Nutmeg trees and Vines of Lebanon
With Lillies Violets Carnations rare.
My heart thy Spice box then shall breath sweet aire.

My Vine shall then beare Raisens of the Sun,
My Grapes will rain May Shower of Sacred Wine.
The Smiling Dimples on my Fruits Cheeks hung
Will as rich jewells adde unto their Shine.
Then plant my heart with thy rich fruit trees sweet
And it shall beare thee Fruits stew'd in sweet reech.





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