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ASCENTION. |
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7 Salute the last and everlasting day, |
Ioy at the uprising of this Sunne, and Sonne, |
Yee whose true teares, or tribulation |
Have purely washt, or burnt your drossie clay; |
Behold the Highest, parting hence away, |
Lightens the dark clouds, which hee treads upon, |
Nor doth he by ascending, show alone, |
But first he, and hee first enters the way. |
O strong Ramm, which hast batter'd heaven for mee, |
Mild lamb wch with thy blood hast mark'd the path; |
Bright torch, which shin'st, that I the way may see, |
Oh, with thy own blood quench thy own just wrath, |
And if thy holy Spirit my Muse did raise, |
Deigne at my hands this crown of prayer & praise. |
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Holy Sonnets. |
I. |
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Thou hast made me, And shall thy worke decay, |
Repaire me now, for now mine end doth haste, |
I runne to death, and death meets me as fast, |
And all my pleasures are like yesterday, |
I dare not move my dimme eyes any way, |
Despaire behind, and death before doth cast |
Such terrour, and my feeble flesh doth waste
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