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XVII

J. Donne

Thou hast made me, and shall Thy work decay?

Repair me now; for now mine end doth haste,

I run to Death, and Death meets me as fast,

And all my pleasures are like yesterday.

I dare not move my dim eyes any way,

Despair behind, and Death before doth cast

Such terror, and my feeble flesh doth waste

By sin in it, which it towards Hell doth weigh:

Only Thou art above, and when towards Thee

By Thy leave I can look, I rise again;

But our old subtle foe so tempteth me,

That not one hour myself I can sustain:

Thy grace may wing me to prevent his art,

And Thou like adamant4949adamant, magnet draw mine iron heart.


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