Has let you out again:

And now, I think, I am where I began

     Sev'n years ago: one vogue and vein,

     One air of thoughts usurps my brain

I did towards Canaan draw; but now I am

Brought back to the Red Sea, the sea of shame.

For as the Jews of old by God's command

               Traveled, and saw no town;

So now each Christian has his journeys spanned:

    Their story pens and sets us down.

     A single deed is small renown.

God's works are wide, and let in future times;

His ancient justice overflows our crimes.

Then have we too our guardian fires and clouds;

               Our Scripture-dew drops fast:

We have our sands and serpents, tents and shrouds;

     Alas! our murmurings come not last.

     But where's the cluster?¹ where's the taste

Of mine inheritance? Lord, if I must borrow,

Let me as well take up their joy, as sorrow.

But can he want the grape, who hath the wine?

               I have their fruit and more.

Blessed be God, who prosper’d Noahs vine,

     And made it bring forth grapes good store.

     But much more him I must adore,

Who of the Laws sowre juice sweet wine did make,

Ev’n God himself being pressed for my sake.