The Temple
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The Temple
The Church
Paradise
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I blesse thee, Lord, because I GROW Among thy trees, which in a ROW To thee both fruit and order OW. What open force, or hidden CHARM Can blast my fruit, or bring me HARM, While the inclosure is thine ARM? Inclose me still for fear I START, Be to me rather sharp and TART, Then let me want thy hand and ART. When thou dost greater judgements SPARE, And with thy knife but prune and PARE, Ev’n fruitfull trees more fruitfull ARE. Such sharpnes shows the sweetest FREND: Such cuttings rather heal then REND: And such beginnings touch their END. |
 The Church The Storm |
 The Church The Method |