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| Seest thou my Soul, with thy Faiths eye, how he * |
| Which fills all place, yet none holds him, doth lie? |
| Was not his pity towards thee wondrous high, |
| That would have need to be pitied by thee: |
| Kisse him, and with him into Egypt goe. |
| With his kind mother, who partakes thy woe. |
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| TEMPLE. |
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| 4. With his kind mother, who partakes thy woe, |
| Joseph turn back; see where your child doth sit, |
| Blowing, yea blowing out those sparks of wit, |
| Which himself on the Doctors did bestow; |
| The Word but lately could not speak, and loe |
| It suddenly speaks wonders: whence comes it, |
| That all which was, and all which should be writ, |
| A shallow seeming child should deeply know? |
| His Godhead was not soul to his manhood, |
| Nor had time mellowed him to this ripeness, |
| But as for one which hath a long task, 'tis good, |
| With the Sun to begin his business, |
| He in his ages morning thus began, |
| By miracles exceeding power of man. |
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| CRUCIFYING. |
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| 5. By miracles exceeding power of man, |
| He faith in some, envy in some begat, |
| For, what weak spirits admire, ambitious hate; |
| In both affections many to him ran, |
| But oh! the worst are most, they will and can, |
| Alas, and do, unto the immaculate, |
| Whose creature Fate is, now prescribe a Fate, |
| Measuring self-lifes infinite to span,
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