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[Transcriptions are not provided for noncanonical poems, elegies on Donne by other authors, or prose compositions] |
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Obsequies on the Lord Harrington, &c. |
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To the Countess of Bedford. |
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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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