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That this is my South West discovery
Per fretum febris, by these straights to dy.
I joy, that in these straits, I see my West;
For, though those currants yeeld, return to none,
What shall my West hurt me? As West and East
In all flat Maps (and I am one) are one,
So death doth touch the Resurrection.
Is the Pacifique Sea my home; Or are
The Eastern riches? Is Jerusalem?
Anyan, and Magellan, and Gabraltare,
All straights, and none but straights are ways to them,
Whether where Iaphet dwelt, or Cham or Sem.
We think that Paradise and Calvarie,
Christs Cross, and Adams tree, stood in one place;
Look Lord, and find both Adams met in me;
As the fist Adams sweat surrounds my face,
May the last Adams blood my soul embrace.
So, in his purple wrapp'd receive me Lord,
By these his thorns give me his other Crown;
And as to others souls I preach'd thy word,
Be this my Text, my sermon to mine own,
Therefore that he may raise the Lord throws down.
A Hymn to God the Father.
I.
Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun,
Which was my sin, though it were done before?
Wilt thou forgive that sin, through which I run,
And do run still, though still I do deplore?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
For I have more.

[CW: II.]