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[Transcriptions are not provided for noncanonical poems,
elegies on Donne by other authors, or prose compositions]
Obsequies on the Lord Harrington, &c.
To the Countess of Bedford.
Fair soul, which wast, not only as all souls be,
Then when thou wast infused, harmony,
But did'st continue so; and now dost bear
A part in Gods great Organ, this whole Sphear:
If looking up to God, or down to us,
Thou find that any way is pervious,
'Twixt heav'n and earth, and that mens actions do
Come to your knowledg and affections too,
See, and with joy, me to that good degree
Of goodness grown, that I can study thee,
And by these meditations refin'd,
Can unapparel and inlarge my mind,
And so can make by this soft extasie,
This place a map of heaven, my self of thee.
Thou seest me here at midnight, now all rest;
Times dead-low water; when all minds divest
To morrows business, when the labourers have
Such rest in bed, that their last Church-yard grave,

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