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13. Upon the sight of Mr. VINES His Posthumous TREATISE OF THE SACRAMENT, October 18. 1656. Who Dyed a little before.

While thou grewest here, thy fruit made glad The hearts that sin and death made sad: Lest we should surfeit of thy fruit, Thy Life retired to the Root. Desiring with us first to keep, A Passover before thy sleep^*; ⟨p. 121⟩Weary of Earth, thou tookest thine Ease, Passing into the Land of Peace: The threatened Evil we fore-see, But hope to hide our selves with Thee. Though thou art gone, while we must fight, We'll call it Victory, not Flight. When God hath taken up this VINE, We thought no more to taste its Wine, Till in the Land of Salem's King, We drink it new, even from the Spring: But unexpectedly we find, Some Clusters which are left behind: This Mantle from thy Chariot fell; We know it by the pleasant smell: Who knows but from this little seed, Some more such fruitful Vines may breed? The Tree of Death bears precious Fruit, Though in the Earth it have no Root.

WHile thou grew'st here, thy fruit made glad The hearts that sin and death made sad: Lest we should surfeit of thy fruit, Thy Life retired to the Root. Desiring with us first to keep, A Passover before thy sleep^*; ⟨p. 121⟩Weary of Earth, thou took'st thine Ease, Passing into the Land of Peace: The threatned Evil we fore-see, But hope to hide our selves with Thee. Though thou art gone, while we must fight, We'l call it Victory, not Flight. When God hath taken up this VINE, We thought no more to taste its Wine, Till in the Land of Salem's King, We drink it new, even from the Spring: But unexpectedly we find, Some Clusters which are left behind: This Mantle from thy Chariot fell; We know it by the pleasant smell: Who knows but from this little seed, Some more such fruitful Vines may breed? The Tree of Death bears precious Fruit, Though in the Earth it have no Root.