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John Donne - A Hymn To Christ At The Author`s Last Going Into Germany
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In what torn ship soever I embark,
That ship shall be my emblem of thy Ark;
What sea soever swallow me, that flood
Shall be to me an emblem of thy blood;
Though thou with clouds of anger do disguise
Thy face, yet through that mask I know those eyes,
Which, though they turn away sometimes,
They never will despise.

I sacrifice this Island unto thee,
And all whom I loved there, and who loved me;
When I have put our seas `twixt them and me,
Put thou thy sea betwixt my sins and thee.
As the tree`s sap doth seek the root below
In winter, in my winter now I go,
Where none but thee, th` Eternal root
Of true Love, I may know.

Nor thou nor thy religion dost control
The amorousness of an harmonious Soul,
But thou wouldst have that love thyself: as thou
Art jealous, Lord, so I am jealous now,
Thou lov`st not, till from loving more, Thou free
My soul: who ever gives, takes liberty:
O, if thou car`st not whom I love
Alas, thou lov`st not me.

Seal then this bill of my Divorce to All,
On whom those fainter beams of love did fall;
Marry those loves, which in youth scattered be
On Fame, Wit, Hopes (false mistresses) to thee.
Churches are best for Prayer, that have least light:
To see God only, I go out of sight:
And to `scape stormy days, I choose
An Everlasting night.
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