The Return

Summary

To Infancy, O Lord, again I com,

That I my Manhood may improv:

My early Tutor is the Womb;

I still my Cradle lov.

'Tis strange that I should Wisest be,

When least I could an Error see.

Till I gain strength against Temptation, I

Perceiv it safest to abide

An Infant still; and therfore fly

(A lowly State may hide

A man from Danger) to the Womb,

That I may yet New-born becom.

My God, thy Bounty then did ravish me!

Before I learned to be poor,

I always did thy Riches see,

And thankfully adore:

Thy Glory and thy Goodness were

My sweet Companions all the Year.