Love Poem: A Fair Eve Once There Was

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Eve

A fair eve once there was

floating slowly nearer home

On it’s wing a lass before me to hold

fair, and dear, and loud as gold

What heaven could this lass descend?

How brave my longing pretend?

LORD, if this thy Cherub be to earth you send

to wrath mortal as thy prophesy did resound

For thy Son’s stripes

let this Cherub to mortal transformed to please my bed

That in her arms I will in thy new Jerusalem appear

to voice my praise

And I with thy Cherub forever in thy host will sing.

 

 

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