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WEIGHING the stedfastness and state Of some mean things which here below reside, Where birds like watchful clocks the noiseless date
And intercourse of times divide,
Early as well as late,
I would, said I, my God would give
And no new business breaks their peace;
The flowres without clothes live, Yet Solomon was never drest so fine.
Man hath still either toyes or care; He hath no root, nor to one place is tyd, But ever restless and irregular
About this earth doth run and ride.
it is so far,
He knocks at all doors, strays and roams;. Nay, hath not so much wit as some stones have, Which in the darkest nights point to their homes
By some hid sense their Maker gave;
Man is the shuttle, to whose winding quest
And passage through these looms God order'd motion, but ordain'd no rest.
I WALKT THE OTHER DAY.
I WALKT the other day, to spend my hour,
Into a field,
A gallant flowre;
And curious store
Yet I, whose search lov'd not to peep and peer
I'th' face of things, Thought with myself there might be other springs
Besides this here,
And so the flowre
Then, taking up what I could neerest spie,
I digg'd about
And by and by
Where fresh and green
Did I there strow;
Did there repair
And would ere long
And stung with fear
Upon his bed;
And yet, how few believe such doctrine springs
From a poor root,
And hath no wings
But is stil trod
O Thou whose spirit did at first inflame
And warm the dead, And by a sacred incubation fed
With life this frame, Which once had neither being, forme, nor name!
That in these
Which breaks from Thee,
Shew me thy peace,
And from this care, where dreams and sorrows raign,
Lead me above,
Without all pain;
At whose dumbe urn
year I mourn!
KING of mercy, King of love,
Let my youth, my bloom of dayes,
find thy hand therein
Jude 24, 25. Now unto him that is able to keep us from falling, and to present us faultless before the presence of his glory with exceeding joy,
To the only wise God, our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, now and ever. Amen.
END OF THE FIRST PART.