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Immensity cloysterd in thy deere wombe [f. 38v] |
Now Leaues his welbelovd imprisonment; |
There he hath made himself to his intent |
Weake inough now into or world to come. |
But oh, for thee, for him, hath the'Inne no roome? |
Yet Lay'him in this Stall; & frō the'Orient |
Starrs & wise men shall trauaile to prevent |
The'effect of Herods dire & generall doome. |
Seest thou, my Soule, wt thy faythes eyes, how hee |
Wch fills all place yet none holds him doth Ly? |
Was not his pity towards thee wondrous highe, |
That would haue neede to be pityed by thee? |
Kis him, & wth him into Egipt go |
Wth his kind Mother who pertakes thy wo. |
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With his kind Mother who pertakes thy wo |
Ioseph turne backe: See wher yr Child doth sitt |
Blowing, yea blowing out those sparks of witt |
Wch himselfe on those Doctors did bestow. |
The Word but lately could not speake, & Loe |
It sodainly speakes Wonders, whence come itt |
That all wch was & all wch should be writt |
A shallow seeming Child should deeply know? |
His Godhood was not Soule to his Manhood, |
Nor had Tyme mellow'd him this ripenes; |
But as to'one wch hath long tasks, thinks good |
Wt the Sun to begin his busines; |
He in his Ages morning thus began |
By Miracles exceeding power'of Man. |