John Donne - TempleJohn Donne - Temple
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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 lo !
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 mellow`d 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 age`s morning thus began,
By miracles exceeding power of man.
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