I
SE thee,
Lord, because I G R O
Among thy trees, which in a R O
To thee both fruit and order O W.
What open force, or hidden C H A R
Can blast my fruit, or bring me H A R
While the inclosure is thine A R M?
Inclose me still for fear I S T A R T.
Be to me rather sharp and T A R T,
Than let me want thy hand and A R T.
When thou dost greater judgements S P A R E,
And with thy knife but prune and P A R E,
Ev'n fruitful trees more fruitfull A R E.
Such sharpness shows the sweetest F R E N D:
Such cuttings rather heal than R E N D:
And such beginnings touch their E N D.
