Digital Donne - Transcription-Image

I am a little world made cunningly [28]

Of Elements, and an Angelike Spright

But black Sinne hath betrayd* to endlesse night

My worlds both parts, and |oh| both parts must dye.

You w.ch beyond that Heauen w.ch was most high

Haue found new Spheares, and of new land can write

Powre new seas in mine eyes, that so I might

Drowne my world with my weeping earnestly,

Or washe it, if it must bee drownd no more.

But oh it must bee burnt, alas the fire

Of Lust and Enuy hath burnt it heeretofore

And made it fowler, Let theyr flames retyre

And burne mee ô Lord, with a fiery zeale

Of thee and thy house, wch doth in eating heale

At the round Earths imagind Corners blowe

Yor Trumpets Angels and, arise, arise

ffrom death you numberlesse Infinities

Of Soules, and to yor scatterd bodyes goe

All whome the floud did and fire shall or'e throw

All whome Warre|, Death, Age| Agues, Tyrannies,

Dispayre, Law, Chance hath slayne. And you whose eyes

Shall behold God, and neuer tast deaths woe.

But let them sleepe (Lord), and mee mourne a space

ffor if aboue all these my sinnes abound

Tis late to aske abundance of thy grace

When wee are there. Heere on this lowly ground

Teach mee how to repent, for that's as good

As if th'hadst seald my pardon with thy bloud

[CW: If__]