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First Line: When thou, my lord, mee mad'st, thou madst my heart
Last Line: My purest love shall sing thy beauty sweet.
Subject(s): Puritans In Literature


When thou, my Lord, mee mad'st, thou madst my heart
A Seate for love, and love enthronedst there.
Thou also madst an object by thy Art
For Love to be laid out upon most Cleare.
The ruling Stamp of this Choice object shows
God's Beauty, beautifuller than the rose.

I sent mine Eye, love's Pursevant, to seek
This object out, the which to naturall
I found it mixt with White and Red most sweet.
On which love naturall doth sweetly fall.
But if its spirituall, then Orient Grace
Imbellisheth th'object in this Case.

Such Beautie rose in Sharon's Rose and keeps
Its pleasing blushes of pure White, and Red
Where spirituall blossoms give their Spirituall Reech,
And on thy Spirituall Countenance do bed.
Thou art this Rose Whose rosy Cheeks are found
In purest White and Red of Grace abound.

Thou art arrayed in Gods Whitest Lawn
And with the purest ruddy looks Sweet Rose,
White Righteousness, And Sufferings too out drawn.
Thy purest blood thy blessed veans did lose
Was Lasht, Gasht slain paying our debts in which
Thy beauty rose unto the highest pitch.

Hence purest White and red in Spirituall Sense
Make up thy Beauty to the Spirituall Eye.
Thus thou art object to love Spirituall. Hence
The Purest Spirituall Love doth to thee high.
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Thou art the loveli'st object over spread
With brightest beauty Object ever wore
Of purest flushes of pure white and red
That ever did or could the Love allure.
Lord make my Love and thee its Object meet
And me in folds of Such Love raptures keep.

Oh! thou most beautiful of Objects gay
Dart out thy Heavenly beams into my breast.
And make thy Beauty Lord, thy Golden key
For to unlock and open right my Chest
Loves Cabinet and take the best thyselfe
Of all my Love therein. Its all thy Wealth.

When I bring forth the best of Love to thee
And poure its purest Streams all reeching Warm
The best of Love, and Beautiest object bee
Then met together, Love by Beauties Charm
Embrace thyselfe in her pure milke white Hands
Thy Holy Beauty lays my love in bands.

Thy beauty then shall weare the best of mee.
My Love shall then the best of Beauties have.
My Love's my best, thy Beauty's best in thee.
For thy Best Beauty, my best love I save.
While my best love doth thy best beauty greet
My purest Love shall sing thy Beauty sweet.





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