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[Transcriptions are not provided for noncanonical poems,
elegies on Donne by other authors, or prose compositions.]
An Anatomy of the World.
The first Anniversary.
When that rich Soule which to her heaven is gone,
Whō all do celebrate, who know they have one,
(For who is sure he hath a Soule, unlesse
It see, and judge, and follow worthinesse,
And by deeds praise it? he who doth not this,
May lodge an inmate soule, but 'tis not his.)
When that Queene ended here her progresse time,
And, as t'her standing house to heaven did climbe,
Where loath to make the Saints attend her long,
Shee's now a part both of the Quire, and Song:*
This World, in that great earthquake languished;
For in a common bath of teares it bled,
Which drew the strongest vitall spirits out:
But succour'd then with a perplexed doubt,
Whether the world did lose, or gaine in this,
(Because since now no other way there is,
But goodnesse, to see her, whom all would see,
All must endeavour to be good as she.)

[CW: This]