July 4 73

A stranger: in a sorry inne
will sooner Lodg, & rest
Then venture, to a forain king
being an unknown guest
His princely, liberality
He dares not trust, unto, or try.

But unto one, he dos know well
att any time, he'l goe
Yett never will he care to dwell
with one, he dos not know
Those that from thee, estranged bee
They cant desire, to live with thee.

Oh let me soe, familiarly
be, acquanted with thee here
That I into eternity
may venture, without fear
As knowing him, to my freind
To whom I shall, through grace, ascend.

Let no day passe, wherin I may
not see new tokens of
Thy grace, & love, that in that day
when I shall hence remove
I may not be afraid to leave
This world which doth me still deceive.

Give in such new discoverys
to me that dayly I
May long to soare, above, the skys
in thy sweet arms, to ly
Breaking through all, with speed to be
Ingulph'd & swalow'd, up in thee.