39. The Knot

BRIGHT Queen of Heaven! Gods Virgin Spouse

The glad worlds blessed maid!

Whose beauty tyed life to thy house,

And brought us saving ayd.

Thou art the true Loves-knot; by thee

God is made our Allie,

And mans inferior Essence he

With his did dignifie.

For Coalescent by that Band

We are his body grown,

Nourished with favors from his hand

Whom for our head we own.

And such a Knot, what arm dares loose,

What life, what death can sever?

Which us in him, and him in us

United keeps for ever.