A propheticall love-song by one of the sons of Zion, in the dayes of his youth, in his travel towards the holy land through the wilderness. Being a certain true testimony by an infallible spirit of prophesie, of what should befall him in his safe arrival there, with the certainty of that and his portion then. In which is intermingled the miserable estate of all the gentiles, the wicked world, the backsliding house of Israel, the Jews called by the name of Quakers, as it was given forth about the beginning of the a month, 1661. With several other things since, and some before, as at the beginning of each is expressed. And now published in its season, by John Thomas.

A few lines from the Author to his Wife in the Country, testifying the manner and na∣ture of his love, springing up in him to∣wards her about the beginning of the 2. month, 1661. that had been vailed many years.

BEhold my love got through the thickest cloud, To shew it self in line and language loud; Thine ear, thine eye, let both be opened clear, That the sweet voice of true love may draw near. Behold, all clouds are vanishing apace, That my true love may shew its comely face:

It hath been hid and covered many a day, But now is cloathed with the sons aray; Its beautious beams let thy pure eye behold, Be warm'd therewith, 'twil keep thee safe from cold. Be fed also with pleasure and delight; Yet surfeit not, lest thou shouldst lose the sight: Be moderate, 'twil give thee sweet content, This is true love which God alone hath sent For to refresh, thy fainting soul at last, When thou wert hopelesse evermore to tast, Of this thy long-desired heavenly blisse; Behold at last it comes and gives thee a kisse. This love is not of any earthly kind, Though in the earth, not of an earthly mind: Its from above and dwelleth in true light, Pleasing to God, all-pleasing in his sight: Receive therefore thy lot from God alone, Who did give ear unto thy sighs and moan, Sink down full low in true humilitie Before the Lord that brought this love to thee. 'Tis he alone that doth deserve the praise, Of all that's done to him, be it alwaies.