I blesse thee, Lord, because I GROW

Among thy trees, which in a ROW

To thee both fruit and order OW.

What open force, or hidden CHARM

Can blast my fruit, or bring me HARM,

While the inclosure is thine ARM?

Inclose me full for fear I START.

Be to me rather sharp and TART,

Then let me want thy hand & ART.

When thou dost greater judgements SPARE,

And with thy knife but prune and PARE,

Ev'n fruitfull trees more fruitfull ARE.

Such sharpnes shows the sweetest FREND:

Such cuttings rather heal then REND:

And such beginnings touch their END.