| | | Oh that I knew how all thy lights combine, |
| | | And the configurations of their glory! |
| | | Seeing not only how each verse doth shine, |
| | | But all the constellations of the story. |
| 5 | | This verse marks that, and both do make a motion |
| | | Unto a third, that ten leaves off doth lie. |
| | | Then as dispersed herbs do watch a potion, |
| | | These three make up some Christian’s destiny. |
| | | Such are thy secrets, which my life makes good, |
| 10 | | And comments on thee; for in ev’ry thing |
| | | Thy words do find me out, and parallels bring, |
| | | And in another make me understood. |
| | | Stars are poor books, and oftentimes do miss; |
| | | This book of stars lights to eternal bliss. |
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Contributed by Robert Clark.
