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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=381181" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Upon Wedlock, And Death Of Children</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=381181" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A Curious Knot God made in Paradise,<br>And drew it out inamled neatly Fresh.<br>It was the True-Love Knot, more sweet than spice<br>And set with all the flowres of Graces dress.<br>Its Weddens Knot, that ne’re can be unti’de.<br>No Alexanders Sword can it divide.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=381181" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The slips here planted, gay and glorious grow:<br>Unless an Hellish breath do sindge their Plumes.<br>Here Primrose, Cowslips, Roses, Lilies blow<br>With Violets and Pinkes that voide perfumes.<br>Whose beautious leaves ore laid with Hony Dew.<br>And Chanting birds Cherp out sweet Musick true.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=381181" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When in this Knot I planted was, my Stock<br>Soon knotted, and a manly flower out brake.<br>And after it my branch again did knot<br>Brought out another Flowre its sweet breath’d mate.<br>One knot gave one tother the tothers place.<br>Whence Checkling smiles fought in each others face.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=381181" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But oh! a glorious hand from glory came<br>Guarded with Angells, soon did Crop this flowere<br>Which almost tore the root up of the same<br>At that unlookt for, Dolesome, darksome houre.<br>In Pray’re to Christ perfum’de it did ascend,<br>And Angells bright did it to heaven tend.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=381181" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But pausing on’t, this sweet perfum’d my thought,<br>Christ would in Glory have a Flowre, Choice, Prime,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=381181" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And having Choice, chose this my branch forth brought.<br>Lord, take’t. I thanke thee, thou takst ought of mine,<br>It is my pledg in glory, part of mee<br>Is now in it, Lord, glorifi’de with thee.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=381181" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But praying ore my branch, my branch did sprout<br>And bore another manly flower, and gay<br>And after that another, sweet brake out,<br>The which the former hand soon got away.<br>But oh! the tortures, Vomit, screechings, groans,<br>And six weeks fever would pierce hearts like stones.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=381181" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Griefe o’re doth flow: and nature fault would finde<br>Were not thy Will, my Spell, Charm, Joy, and Gem:<br>That as I said, I say, take, Lord, they’re thine.<br>I piecemeale pass to Glory bright in them.<br>I joy, may I sweet Flowers for Glory breed,<br>Whether thou getst them green, or lets them seed.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edward+Taylor">Edward Taylor</a></strong></div>