His Prayer for Absolution
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For those my unbaptized rhymes,
Writ in my wild unhallowed times,
For every sentence, clause, and word,
That's not inlaid with Thee, my Lord,
Forgive me, God, and blot each line
Out of my book, that is not Thine.
But if, 'mongst all, Thou find'st here one
Worthy thy benediction,
That one of all the rest shall be
The glory of my work, and me.
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Julia, I bring
To thee this ring,
Made for thy finger fit;
Lord, Thou hast given me a cell
Wherein to dwell,
A little house, whose humble roof
Ah Ben!
Say how, or when
Shall we thy guests
Here a little child I stand
Heaving up my either hand;
Cold as paddocks though they be,
Get up, get up for shame, the Blooming Morne
Upon her wings presents the god unshorne.
See how Aurora throwes her faire
A SWEET disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
More discontents I never had
Since I was born, than here;
Where I have been, and still am, sad,
Farewell thou thing, time past so known, so dear
To me as blood to life and spirit; near,
Nay, thou more near than kindred, friend, man, wife
