Holy Baptisme (II)

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  Since, Lord, to thee
  A narrow way and little gate
Is all the passage, on my infancie
  Thou didst lay hold, and antedate
  My faith in me.

  O let me still
  Write thee great God, and me a childe;
Let me be soft and supple to thy will,
  Small to myself, to others milde,
  Behither ill.

  Although by stealth
  My flesh get on; yet let her sister
My soul bid nothing, but preserve her wealth.
  The growth of flesh is but a blister;
  Childhood is health.

© George Herbert