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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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