The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations/Paradise
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§ Paradise.
I Bless thee, Lord, because I GROW
Among thy trees, which in a ROW
To thee both fruit and order OW.
Among thy trees, which in a ROW
To thee both fruit and order OW.
What open force, or hidden CHARM
Can blast my fruit, or bring me HARM,
While the inclosure is thine ARM.
Can blast my fruit, or bring me HARM,
While the inclosure is thine ARM.
Inclose me still for fear I start.
Be to me rather sharp and tart,
Then let me want thy hand & art.
Be to me rather sharp and tart,
Then let me want thy hand & art.
When thou dost greater judgments spare,
And with thy knife but prune and pare,
Ev'n fruitfull trees more fruitful are.
And with thy knife but prune and pare,
Ev'n fruitfull trees more fruitful are.
Such sharpnes shows the sweetest frend:
Such cuttings rather heal then rend:
And such beginnings touch their end.
Such cuttings rather heal then rend:
And such beginnings touch their end.