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Seest thou my Soul, with thy Faiths eye, how he * |
Which fills all place, yet none holds him, doth lie? |
Was not his pity towards thee wondrous high, |
That would have need to be pitied by thee: |
Kisse him, and with him into Egypt goe. |
With his kind mother, who partakes thy woe. |
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TEMPLE. |
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4. With his kind mother, who partakes thy woe, |
Joseph turn back; see where your child doth sit, |
Blowing, yea blowing out those sparks of wit, |
Which himself on the Doctors did bestow; |
The Word but lately could not speak, and loe |
It suddenly speaks wonders: whence comes it, |
That all which was, and all which should be writ, |
A shallow seeming child should deeply know? |
His Godhead was not soul to his manhood, |
Nor had time mellowed him to this ripeness, |
But as for one which hath a long task, 'tis good, |
With the Sun to begin his business, |
He in his ages morning thus began, |
By miracles exceeding power of man. |
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CRUCIFYING. |
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5. By miracles exceeding power of man, |
He faith in some, envy in some begat, |
For, what weak spirits admire, ambitious hate; |
In both affections many to him ran, |
But oh! the worst are most, they will and can, |
Alas, and do, unto the immaculate, |
Whose creature Fate is, now prescribe a Fate, |
Measuring self-lifes infinite to span,
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