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Thy fellowship's my fond desire,
Thus fu'd by kindly calls;
Thy beauty's captive falls.
Thy feet on mountains roam ;
My palace be thy home.
Unsham'd my brother-hood;
By marriage and by blood. Thou hast, my Father being thine, In's love a filial part;
a And I'm (thou hast so much of mine,)
Scarce master of my heart. To thee I bear a love intense,
Ev'n to the last degree; Thou, in effect, by violence
Haft rapt my heart from me. Of all created beauties brave
E'er fashion'd by my hand, None like thy comely graces have
My heart at such command.
One chain of thy fair neck,
How must the whole affect !
My heart trapt, yet enlarg’d,
I'm conquer'd and o'er.charg'd.
Verse 10. How far is thy love, my sister, my Spouse !
bow mucb better is tby love than wine ! and tbe
Smell of tby ointments, iban all spices !
My blood and Spirit run,
I'll in thy praise go on.
How fair ! how grateful unto me
Are all thy fruits of love! Thy love beyond compare I fee,
And with my heart approve.
Preferr'd to richest wine;
I'll speak the praise of thine.
That chears man's heart apace ;
Can God's own heart solace :
Did such acceptance win,
From burning love within.
By me acceptance find,
Like oil of purest kind.
Yields to my heart a feast,
Then fpices of the east.
To me is thy recourse :
My love's of thine the fource.
With men were my delights ; I joy'd in loves I should behold,
Now charm’d I'm with the fights.
Thou didst so much engross
The torments of my cross. .
comb : boney and milk are under thy tongue, and ibe Smell of tby garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
† Sweet, or favoury
O spouse, thy love with loveliness
Is mix'd in word and walk ;
How I approve thy talk.
To saints more sweetness yield,
Suck from the flow'ry field.
Thy sweet instructive tongue :
To feed and feast thy young.
To fill the flowing tide,
My fair and fertile bride.
Refreshing pleasures load,
And duty towards God.
Is like a field of bliss :
A robe of fav'ry grace.
In work and practice fair,
That scents the circling air.
Did, fann'd with gales, abound;
To God and man around.
Verse 12. A garden inclosed is my fifter, my spouse;
a Spring fhui up, a fountain sealed.
My bride's a garden of folace,
Where fruits and flow'rs abound; A sacred spot, incloss’d by grace,
Well fenc'd and wall'd around,
From common earth fequestrate quite,
Reserved for my use;
From vi’lence and abufe.
Does 'midst the garden swell;
And feet would taint the well. A fountain fealid for secrecy,
To enhance the worth unseen :
To keep it pure and clean.
That bliss which heav'n commands
And streams o'er diftant lands, As me the Father feald to spread
For hungry fouls Heav'n's food; So Zion's springs are seal'd, to shed
On thirsty ground a flood. Verse 13, 14. Tby plants are an orchard of pomgra
nates, witb.pleasant fruits, camphire with Spikenard; Spikenard and saffron, calamus and cinna. mon, with all the trees of frankincense;, myrrb
and aloes, with all the chief Spices. Sweet fruits all flourishing around
My garden well beseems;
Amidst such living streams.
An orchard rich with trees;
Fair to falute the eyes.
Here spice and incense bloom,
With gales a rich perfume.
And odours most refin'd;
And various in their kind.
Thy blooming plants of grace display
A heav'nly foil and air;
Makes all the planting fair.
Such trees as here do stand
All planted by my hand.
Verse 15. A fountain of gardens, a well of living wa
ters, and streams from Lebanon.
Thy pleasant garden's blooming plants
All others far excel;
Streams of salvation's well.
Makes plants their vigour yield ;
And each adjacent field.
Not dript as shallow pails;
Flow to refresh the vales.
Nor are with penury
But common as the sea.
That Zion's banks may flow,
And makes the planting grow.
The current to maintain ;
As rivers to the main.
So stoutly rolls his tide ;
Thro' Zion's vallies glide.