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John Donne - Ascension
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Salute the last and everlasting day,  
Joy at th` uprising of this Sun, and Son,  
Ye whose true tears, or tribulation  
Have purely wash`d, or burnt your drossy clay.  
Behold, the Highest, parting hence away,  
Lightens the dark clouds, which He treads upon ;  
Nor doth He by ascending show alone,  
But first He, and He first enters the way.  
O strong Ram, which hast batter`d heaven for me !  
Mild Lamb, which with Thy Blood hast mark`d the path !  
Bright Torch, which shinest, that I the way may see !  
O, with Thy own Blood quench Thy own just wrath ;  
And if Thy Holy Spirit my Muse did raise,  
Deign at my hands this crown of prayer and praise.
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