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Higher by far then Carmel top,
The walls of heav'n to scale ; When thine advent'rous, foaring hope
Takes place within the vail. Th'excellence of Carmel high
Can't match thy crimfon head; Its hairs are of a purple dye,
Which once the Lord did bleed. Each pin which holds thy hair in dress,
Each glance from grace within,
Not one disorder'd piv.
Dnes fo thy beauty 'enhance;
A charm in ev'ry glance.
-7be King is * beld in tbe galleries. To prove the beauty ravishing
And luftre of thy dress ;
And deep his heart impress!
Is held within thine arms,
A captive to thy charms.
Whom death could ne'er detain, Is by thy pow'rful graces won,
And ty'd as with a chain. Strange loveliness it is that sways
The Regent of the ficies! Constraining him to stay and gaze';
It fo attracts his eyes. Buld with the King are faith's efforts ;
Bless'd they the conquest share ! Who win him to his facred courts, And then can hold him there.
* Or, bcund.
Such is the glory of his grace,
He boasts to be o'ercome ;
Who fought but for a crumb.
Verse 6. How fair * and bow pleasant ari tbou, O
Love, for delighis!
Thy forms of loveliness :
Are more than I express.
No match on earth below :
Because I made thee fo.
Within, how sweet to me!
The rebes I made for thee.
The marriage suit to fpin,
All glorious too within.
tby breasts to clusters of grapes. The sweet proportion I observe
Of graces fair in thee;
But act harmoniouily..
Is stately, straight, and tall :
Nor years the growth enthral.
Square to the gospel-plan,
* Or bow art thou made fair,
Verse 8. I said, I will go up to the palm-tree, I will
take bold of the boughs tbereof : now also thy breasts Joull be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of iby
nose like apples; " Į will, said I, this palm-tree climb,
- This lovely walk approve; B And to my bride in holy trim
“ I'll manifest my love *. " I'll apprehend, by saving grace,
" As I decreed of old, 66 Her little boughs, her tender race,
“ And never quit the hold.” Lo! Heav’n shall then thy breasts inspire,
As clusters fill'd with wine :
To thy content and mine.
Shall with sweet scent abound:
Such grateful odours round,
9. And the roof of thy moutb † like the best wine, (for I my Beloved) that goetb down sweetly, cauf
ing the lips of those that are asleep to speak. Thy palate drench'd with holy love,
Shall drop the richest wine :
A feast to me and mine.
For thou'lt in upright ways
Devote it to my praise.
With fweetness down will go;
Thy wither'd graces grow.
+ Hcb. palate A parenthesis of tlic bride's, fay fome,
* John xvi. 21.
+ Or, the ancient,
My Spirit's gen'rous wine will make
The old renew their days,
The dumb to speak my praise.
The CHURCH's Words. Verse 10. f I am my Beloved's, and his desire
is towards me.
Base me, who blush to hear!
My drooping heart to chear.
Whose love my heart doth fire;
His conjugal desire.
What tongue its measure tell!
Won heav'n, and vanquish'd hell!
Verse 11. Come, my Beloved, let us go forth
into the field, let us lodge in the villages. Come, dearest Love, let us retire
From this vain earth's annoy ;
We may alone enjoy.
To vent our joys the more ;
Until we feast in glore.
Of confolation brings ;
The pomp of earthly kings.
Come let us lodge all night, Till dusky shades of fin and woe
Give place to glory's light.
Verse 12. Let us go up early 10 the vineyards : let us
See if the vine flourish, wberber the tender grape appear, 'und ibe pomegrana:es bud forib: there will
I give thee my loves.
Come let us early go;
If all the planting grow.
See how thy nurs’ries bear;
Their flow'ry raiment wear.
While I thy fruits review ;
Its verdure will renew,
· Their tender grapes revive ;
And all the graces thrive.
Thy presence I'll improve;
The tokens of my love.
I'll dash vain loves with ire,
In flames of holy fire.
Verse 13. Tbe mandrakes give a smell; and at our gates
are all manner oj pleasant fruits, new and old, «bich
I beve laid up for thee, O my Beloved !
For thee the feast is fpread,
Below the verdant fhade.
Do spread their odours round;