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A Sheaf Of Snakes Used Heretofore To Be My Seal, The Crest Of Our Poor Family

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ADOPTED in God's family and so
Our old coat lost, unto new arms I go.
The Cross—my seal at baptism—spread below
Does, by that form, into an Anchor grow.
Crosses grow Anchors ; bear, as thou shouldest do
Thy Cross, and that Cross grows an Anchor too.
But He that makes our Crosses Anchors thus,
Is Christ, who there is crucified for us.
Yet may I, with this, my first serpents hold ;
God gives new blessings, and yet leaves the old.
The serpent may, as wise, my pattern be ;
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* Sunprincess * 19 March 2014
.........nice stanza....enjoyed.. This seal's a catechism, not a seal alone. Under that little seal great gifts I send, Works, and prayers, pawns, and fruits of a friend. And may that saint which rides in our great seal, To you who bear his name, * great bounties deal!
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