Part II
Was this small plant for thee cut down?So was the plant of great renown,Which Mercy sendsFor nobler ends.Thus think, and smoke tobacco.
Doth juice medicinal proceedFrom such a naughty foreign weed?Then what’s the powerOf Jesse’s flower?Thus think, and smoke tobacco.
The promise, like the pipe, inlays,And by the mouth of faith conveys,What virtue flowsFrom Sharon’s rose.Thus think, and smoke tobacco.
In vain the unlighted pipe you blow,Your pains in outward means are so,Till heavenly fireYour heart inspire.Thus think, and smoke tobacco.
The smoke, like burning incense, towers,So should a praying heart of yours,With ardent cries,Surmount the skies.Thus think, and smoke tobacco.