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LO here a little volume but great Book	A
A nest of new born sweets	B
Whose native fires disdaining	C
To ly thus folded and complaining	C
Of these ignoble sheets	B
Affect more comly bands	D
Fair one from the kind hands	D
And confidently look	A
To find the rest	E
Of a rich binding in your Brest	E
It is in one choise handfull heavenn and all	F
Heavn s Royall host incamp t thus small	F
To prove that true schooles use to tell	G
Ten thousand Angels in one point can dwell	G
It is love s great artillery	H
Which here contracts itself and comes to ly	I
Close couch t in their white bosom and from thence	J
As from a snowy fortresse of defence	J
Against their ghostly foes to take their part	K
And fortify the hold of their chast heart	K
It is an armory of light	L
Let constant use but keep it bright	L
You l find it yeilds	J
To holy hands and humble hearts	J
More swords and sheilds	J
Then sin hath snares or Hell hath darts	J
Only be sure	M
The hands be pure	M
That hold these weapons and the eyes	J
Those of turtles chast and true	N
Wakefull and wise	J
Here is a freind shall fight for you	N
Hold but this book before their heart	K
Let prayer alone to play his part	K
But the heart	K
That studyes this high Art	K
Must be a sure house keeper	O
And yet no sleeper	O
Dear soul be strong	P
Mercy will come e re long	P
And bring his bosom fraught with blessings	J
Flowers of never fading graces	J
To make immortall dressings	J
For worthy soules whose wise embraces	J
Store up themselves for Him who is alone	Q
The Spouse of Virgins and the Virgin s son	R
But if the noble Bridegroom when he come	S
Shall find the loytering Heart from home	T
Leaving her chast aboad	K
To gadde abroad	K
Among the gay mates of the god of flyes	J
To take her pleasure and to play	U
And keep the devill s holyday	K
To dance th sunshine of some smiling	C
But beguiling	C
Spheares of sweet and sugred Lyes	J
Some slippery Pair	V
Of false perhaps as fair	V
Flattering but forswearing eyes	J
Doubtlesse some other heart	K
Will gett the start	K
Mean while and stepping in before	W
Will take possession of that sacred store	W
Of hidden sweets and holy ioyes	J
Words which are not heard with Eares	J
Those tumultuous shops of noise	J
Effectuall wispers whose still voice	J
The soul it selfe more feeles then heares	J
Amorous languishments luminous trances	J
Sights which are not seen with eyes	J
Spirituall and soul peircing glances	J
Whose pure and subtil lightning flyes	J
Home to the heart and setts the house on fire	O
And melts it down in sweet desire	O
Yet does not stay	K
To ask the windows leave to passe that way	K
Delicious Deaths soft exalations	J
Of soul dear and divine annihilations	J
A thousand unknown rites	J
Of ioyes and rarefy d delights	J
A hundred thousand goods glories and graces	J
And many a mystick thing	C
Which the divine embraces	J
Of the deare spouse of spirits with them will bring	C
For which it is no shame	X
That dull mortality must not know a name	X
Of all this store	W
Of blessings and ten thousand more	W
If when he come	S
He find the Heart from home	T
Doubtlesse he will unload	K
Himself some other where	V
And poure abroad	K
His pretious sweets	J
On the fair soul whom first he meets	J
O fair fortunate O riche dear	Y
O happy and thrice happy she	H
Selected dove	Z
Who ere she be	H
Whose early love	Z
With winged vowes	J
Makes hast to meet her morning spouse	J
And close with his immortall kisses	J
Happy indeed who never misses	J
To improve that pretious hour	O
And every day	K
Seize her sweet prey	K
All fresh and fragrant as he rises	J
Dropping with a baulmy Showr	K
A delicious dew of spices	J
O let the blissfull heart hold fast	K
Her heavnly arm full she shall tast	K
At once ten thousand paradises	J
She shall have power	K
To rifle and deflour	K
The rich and roseall spring of those rare sweets	J
Which with a swelling bosome there she meets	J
Boundles and infinite	K
Bottomles treasures	J
Of pure inebriating pleasures	J
Happy proof she shal discover	K
What ioy what blisse	J
How many Heav ns at once it is	J
To have her God become her Lover	K

Richard Crashaw

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