I lately in a garden GREWE,
But was nor Charity, nor REWE,
But rather an unhappy EWE.
Then Heaven upon my branches FROWND,
And dangers mee environ’d ROWND,
For I no fruite of goodnes OWND.
Then I was like a wither’d BRAKE,
Which to’st is underneath the RAKE,
My sappe consum’d, my heart did AKE.
My Conscience did mee bite, and CLAWE,
I feard the rigour of the LAWE,
And of Gods anger stood in AWE.
I humbly then besought his GRACE,
That Hee would change my name and RACE,
Bicause I was not worth an ACE.
My brest then felt a blessed SPARKE,
And I transplanted to a PARKE,
Became an Oke to build Gods ARKE.
(Ralph Knevet)
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