Sitting in an Arbour. Isaac Watts Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T82397 K067329.000 Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748. Horæ lyricæ: Poems, chiefly of the lyric kind. In two books. ... By I. Watts. London Printed by S. and D. Bridge, for John Lawrence at the Sign of the Angel in the Poultrey. MDCCVI. 1706 pp. 88-90. [20],267,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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Sitting in an Arbour . I. SWEET Muse descend and bless the Shade , And bless the Evening Grove ; Business and Noise and Day are fled , And every Care but Love . II . But hence , Ye Wanton Young and Fair , Mine is a purer Flame , No Phillis shall infect the Air With her unhallowed Name . III . Jesus has all my Powers possest , My Hopes , my Fears , my Joys : He the dear Sovereign of my Breast Shall still command my Voice . IV . Some of the fairest Quires above Shall flock around my Song , With Joy to hear the Name they Love Sound from a Mortal Tongue . V. His Charms shall make my Numbers flow , And hold the falling Floods , While Silence sits on every Bough And bends the List'ning Woods . VI . I'le carve our Passion on the , Bark , And every wounded Tree Shall drop and bear some Mystick Mark That Jesus dy'd for me . VII . The Swains shall wonder when they read Inscrib'd on all the Grove , That Heaven it Self came down , and bled To win a Mortals Love .