SInce, Lord, to thee A narrow way and little gate Is all the passage, on my infancie Thou didst lay hold, and antedate My faith in me. O let me still Write thee great God, and me a childe: Let me be soft and supple to thy will, Small to my self, to others milde, Behither1 ill. Although by stealth My flesh get on, yet let her sister My soul bid nothing, but preserve her wealth: The growth of flesh is but a blister; Childhood is health. |
1 behither. short of; barring; save. [This line quoted in Oxford English Dictionary.] [Return] Compare and Contrast with Wordsworths Ode on Intimations of Immortality. Editors note: In the 1633 edition, both Baptism poems are on the same page with titles and horizontal rule, without numbering. |
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