Contemplation

My Life, my Love, my Joy, Who can enough admire The sweetning Influence Of Shiloh's Stream, from whence Virtue abounds unto thy Plants, whereby The Lily sprouts, free from the choaking Briar; Thy Trees do likewise bring forth Fruit, and flourish, To th' Praise of thee, who dost both prune and cherish.

The Time that is employ'd, In holy Meditation Of thy prevailing Love, Engaging from above The upright Heart, (wherein it is enjoy'd) In humble Fear, and sacred Admiration, Is best improv'd; for this indeed doth tend To true Content and Peace, World without End.