My Heart ran so to thee It would not wait for me And I affronted grew And drew away
For whatsoe’er my pace He first achieve they Face How general a Grace Allotted two—
Not in malignity Mentioned I this to thee— Had he obliquity Soonest to share But for the Greed of him— Boasting my Premium— Basking in Bethleem Ere I be there—
