¶ Paradise.
I Bless thee, Lord, because I GROW 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. Inclose me still for fear I START. Be to me rather sharp and TART, Then let me want thy hand and ART. When thou dost greater judgments SPARE, And with thy knife but prune and PARE, Evn fruitfull trees more fruitful ARE. Such sharpnes shows the sweetest FREND: Such cuttings rather heal then REND: And such beginnings touch their END. |
Professors note: You have to appreciate improper spelling. Not just put up with it. The Eighteenth Century was intolerant of this. Only Herberts time could see a spelled word pared to make a rhyme and use it to give meaning to the poem.
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