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.

These ensuing lines were writ upon her An∣swer to the former, but never yet sent.

BEhold the love that lately did thee greet, Doth once again send salutations sweet; Since that my former lines have made thee bold, Yet speaks once more unto thine eye behold; And to thine ear do thou attend and hear My true loves voice as it shall now appear. Behold my Turtle thou hast found thy mate, And it finds thee so prettily to prate, Of precious love so pleasing to its ear So harmlesly, that it cannot forbear

To praise thy Teacher, for thy pleasant voice, And beg that he may teach him to rejoyce, As doth become a heart admiring one, That is the Fountain of true love alone, From whence my love hath all its rise and springs, From thence it streams unto all precious things: What though the seasons formerly were sad, Whilst that my love in dismal clouds was clad, And did displease the sight that often sought, With wearied pains, and many combat sought, To seek the presence of its just desire, Yet still by death was forced to retire; If for a moment that it did appear Dark gloominess, would hasten to draw near, And overcast the goodnesse it did shew In doleful-wise as if it never knew, That ought proceeded from its good and right; Thus was my love vail'd in a sad dark night: But now behold the dawning of the day, Saith, that all clouds must vanish quite away, And all the darknesse, that dark night once brought, Shal not be found though ne'r so closely sought: The morning Star most brightly doth appear, By that we know the morning's very near; Then comes the day that all the nights expel, With their black clouds that were as dark as hel; Then shal the Sun in its ful lustre shine, With a transcendent glory all divine, Where thy true love wil manifest its fame, Its vertue, worth, its glory, and its name; Its nature right, it shal discover soon, That thou wilt need no other heavenly boon; It wil so fully to thy soul present, All satisfaction to thine own content, Then nought remains for thee but lay thy head, Upon his brest to feed and to be fed; His arms of love shal sweetly thee embrace, Behold his eye, his cheek, his comely face,

They are all for thee prepared, and kept in store, Feed thou hereon, what can thy heart have more? This thou shalt reap, this sure shall be thy gain, Thy patient waiting shall not be in vain.