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I GAVE to Hope a Watch of mine : but he
An Anchor gave to me.
And he an Optic sent.
With that I gave a Phial full of tears :
But he a few green ears.
I did expect a Ring.
SORRY I am, my God, sorry I am,
offences course it in a ring.
My words take fire from my inflamed thoughts,
My hands do join to finish the inventions :
Yet ill deeds loiter not: for they supply
MEETING with Time, Slack thing, said I,
But where one man would have me grind it,
Perhaps some such of old did
Christ's coming hath made Man thy debtor,
And in his blessing thou art blest :
And this is that makes life so long,
Who wants the place, where God doth dwell
Of what strange length must that needs be,
What do I here before his door?
Thou that hast given so much to me,
He makes thy gifts occasion more,
But thou didst reckon, when at first
Perpetual knockings at thy door,
This notwithstanding, thou went'st on,
Not that thou hast not still above
Wherefore I cry, and cry again ;
Of thee :
Not thankful, when it pleaseth me :
SWEET Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave,
Let me once know.
And ask'd, if Peace were there.
Go seek elsewhere.
I did ; and going did a rainbow note :
Surely, thought I,
I will search out the matter.
Did break and scatter.
Then went I to a garden, and did spy
A gallant flower,
The Crown Imperial : Sure, said I,
Peace at the root must dwell. But when I digg’d, I saw a worm devour
What show'd so well.
At length 1 met a reverend good old man :
Whom when for Peace
There was a Prince of old
Of flock and fold.
He sweetly lived ; yet sweetness did not save
His life from foes.
There sprang twelve stalks of wheat : Which many wondering at, got some of those
To plant and set.
It prosper'd strangely, and did soon disperse
Through all the earth :
That virtue lies therein ;
By flight of sin.
Take of this grain, which in my garden grows,
And grows for you;
where With so much earnestness you do
pursue, Is only there.