Classic Poem

The True Bread of Life — Jhon — 6-48:

Bread is the Staff of Life, and Life's the Scoap
Of every Mans Desier, Ayme and Hope
Yet He who was the Spoyle of Death (for soe
The Syriack renders Him) yeilded Therto
And after more than any else ere sawe
Of Years and Dayes did at the last withdrawe
To shew the fraile condition heer beneath
Of Those who in their Nostrells bear their Breath
Soe that Compar'd unto Eternall bliss
A Shadow, Bubble, Span all Emblem This
Why then should Thoughts be tosst to Court such Clay?
But that Our natures Mandate we obey
And may doe soe whilst Appetite puts on
Nor other Garb save Moderation
The Bounty that from Ceres Goulden ear
Scatters to bless the painful Labourer
Comes from above too, yet when ground and bread
'Tis but our Tabernacle's nourished
And that but for a while: The Soule must be
Behoulding to an other Grainery
Not that which Moses Praier Causd to fall
To Satiate the Israelites withall
Nor of such Barley loavs grew on the Earth
Wherwith Elisha fed some in a Derth
These might have hunger after: but They'r blest
With the True Batch of Life may ever rest
Soe satesfide as with the haight of store
For Such shall never need to Hunger more
But an Eternall Life enjoy, wherin
Noe Darth or Famine is, but that of sin:
Plenty and Joyes for ever more dispose
Themselves to be the Comforters of Those
And whilst one's Faith makes that a Life indeed
The other to trust is a broaken Reed
Afflictions sower that Temporall bread with Leven
Which This is freed of, for it comes from Heaven.