230 IZAAK WALTON AND HIS FRIENDS 



A Sheaf of Snakes used heretofopvE to be my 

 Seal, the Crest of our poor Family 



Adopted in God's family and so 



Our old coat lost, unto new arms I go. 



The Cross — my seal at baptism — spread below 



Does, by that form, into an Anchor grow. 



Crosses grow Anchors ; bear, as thou shouldest do 



Thy Cross, and that Cross grows an Anchor too. 



But He that makes our Crosses Anchors thus, 



Is Christ, who there is crucified for us. 



Yet may I, with this, my first serpents hold ; 



God gives new blessings, and yet leaves the old ; 



The serpent may, as wise, my pattern be ; 



My poison, as he feeds on dust, that's me. 



And, as he rounds the earth to murder sure, 



My death he is, but on the Cross, my cure. 



Crucify nature then, and then implore 



All grace from Him, crucified there before ; 



Then all is Cross, and that Cross Anchor grown ; 



This seal's a catechism, not a seal alone. 



Under that little seal great gifts I send, 



Works, and prayers, pawns, and fruits of a friend. 



And may that saint which rides in our great seal, 



To you who bear his name, great bounties deal ! 



