Classic Poem

In unitate Trinitas

That Number 'bove the rest
Be ever blest
Which God himself doth daine
To branch into, yet reunites again

For as His providence could tell
When Angells fell
That Man would follow, and ther must be one
Sent for to make redemption
Soe from that misery did He inferr
Th'necesity of a Comforter

This doth inspire; That did create
The second did regenerate
Thus though distinct They are
Yet Singular
And One wise-ever Powr it is doth tye
This Trebble Knott into a Unety