52 BAXTER'S POEMS. Should 1 refuse those joys through fear, WhiCh bounteous love so dearly bought? All that doth taste of Heav'n is good: When heav'nly light doth me inform ; When heavenly life stirs in my blood; When heavenly love my heart doth warm. No wonder if time's womb be streight, And souls through pain and strangeness go Into the glorious world of light, Which death translateth them unto. The strangeness will be ·quickly over, When once the heaven-born soul is there : One sight of God will it recover From all this backwardness and fear. To us Christ's lowest parts; his feet, Union and faith must yet suffice ; To guide and comfort us: It's meet We trust our head who hath our eyes. Christ seeth all that ' I would see : The way and end to 1iim qre known: He hath prepared the place for me: He 'lllove and use me as his own. How many gtiiltless creatures die, To be a feast or food to me ; Who love their lives as well as I ? And hath not God more right to me ? Must I be privileged alone ? Or no man die until he please ? And God deposed from his throne, And human generation cease? Though all the reasons I can, .see, Why I should willingly submit,
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