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7 Salute the last and everlastinge daie Ioy all the vprisinge of this Sunn, and Sonn, Yea whose iust teares or tribulation Haue purely washed or burnd your drossie claie Beholde the highest partinge hence awaie, Lightens the darke clouds, which hee treads vpon̅ Nor doth hee by ascendinge shew alone, But first hee, and hee first enters the waie O stronge Ramme, which batterd heauen for mee, Mylde Lamb which with thy bloud has markd the path Bright torch which shinst, that I the waie see O with thine owne blood quench thyne owne iust wrath And if thy holy Spirite my Muse did raise Deigne at my hands this Crowne of praier and praise |
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