Edward Taylor
Sketchley / Leicestershire / England
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Preparatory Meditations - First Series: 29

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(John. 20:17. My Father, and your Father, to my God, and your God)

My shattered fancy stole away from me
(Wits run a-wooling over Eden's park)
And in God's garden saw a golden tree,
Whose heart was all divine, and gold its bark.
Whose glorious limbs and fruitful branches strong
With saints and angels bright are richly hung.

Thou! Thou! my dear dear Lord, art this rich tree,

The tree of life within God's Paradise.
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