Classic Poem

Corn in his growth came on and so did you,
On whom who ever look't, will say you grew :
Now Corne in earth it selfe a time did hide,
Nor you did alwayes openly abide:
One time there was when as your Mothers Wombe,
Required ten months time before you come :

Mightily though when you began to sproue,
And row upon the earth, you grew it out,
Comming still upward to maturity;

Growing in grace, and inward purity,
With which if you in growing still shall be,
Indeede youle grow to truest dignity:
Even as the Corne came on so grew you, and
Right as good Corne in Gods Barne you shall stand.