Edward Taylor (ca. 1642-1729)
Upon Wedlock, and Death of Children
1A Curious Knot God made in Paradise,
2 And drew it out inamled neatly Fresh.
3It was the True-Love Knot, more sweet than spice
4 And set with all the flowres of Graces dress.
5 Its Weddens Knot, that ne're can be unti'de.
6 No Alexanders Sword can it divide.
7The slips here planted, gay and glorious grow:
8 Unless an Hellish breath do sindge their Plumes.
9Here Primrose, Cowslips, Roses, Lilies blow
10 With Violets and Pinkes that voide perfumes.
11 Whose beautious leaves ore laid with Hony Dew.
12 And Chanting birds Cherp out sweet Musick true.
13When in this Knot I planted was, my Stock
14 Soon knotted, and a manly flower out brake.
15And after it my branch again did knot
16 Brought out another Flowre its sweet breath�d mate.
17 One knot gave one tother the tothers place.
18 Whence Checkling smiles fought in each others face.
19But oh! a glorious hand from glory came
20 Guarded with Angells, soon did Crop this flowere
21Which almost tore the root up of the same
22 At that unlookt for, Dolesome, darksome houre.
23 In Pray're to Christ perfum'de it did ascend,
24 And Angells bright did it to heaven tend.
25But pausing on't, this sweet perfum'd my thought,
26 Christ would in Glory have a Flowre, Choice, Prime,
27And having Choice, chose this my branch forth brought.
28 Lord, take't. I thanke thee, thou takst ought of mine,
29 It is my pledg in glory, part of mee
30 Is now in it, Lord,...