William Sewel,
The History of the Rise, Increase…
“ He doth preserve them from the snare,And teeth of those that would them tear. We that are suff’rers for the seed,Our hearts are wounded, and do bleedTo see th’ oppression, cruelty,Of men that do thy Truth deny. In prisons strong, and dungeons deep,To God alone we cry and weep:Our sorrows none can learn nor read,But those that in our path do tread. But he whose beauty shineth bright,Who turneth darkness into light,Makes cedars bow, and oaks to bendTo him that’s sent to the same end. ”
