To God the Father. 
By Constable, Henry. 


Great God, within whose simple essence we
Nothing but that which is thyself can find;
When on thyself thou didst reflect thy mind,
Thy thought was God, and took the form of thee;
And when this God, thus born, thus lov'st, and he
Loved thee again, with passion of like kind
(As lovers' sighs which meet become one wind),
Both breathed one sprite of equal deity.
Eternal Father, whence these two do come
And wilt the title of my father have,
And heavenly knowledge in my mind engrave,
That it thy son's true Image may become;
And cense my heart with sighs of holy love,
That it the temple of the Sprite may prove.