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George Herbert - Deniall
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     When my devotions could not pierce 
                    Thy silent ears; 
Then was my heart broken, as was my verse: 
          My breast was full of fears 
                    And disorder: 

     My bent thoughts, like a brittle bow, 
                    Did flie asunder: 
Each took his way; some would to pleasures go, 
          Some to the warres and thunder 
                    Of alarms. 

     As good go any where, they say, 
                    As to benumme 
Both knees and heart, in crying night and day, 
          Come, come, my God, O come, 
                    But no hearing. 

     O that thou shouldst give dust a tongue 
                    To cry to thee, 
And then not hear it crying! all day long 
          My heart was in my knee, 
                    But no hearing. 

     Therefore my soul lay out of sight, 
                    Untun`d, unstrung: 
My feeble spirit, unable to look right, 
          Like a nipt blossome, hung 
                    Discontented. 

O cheer and tune my heartlesse breast, 
                    Deferre no time; 
That so thy favoures granting my request, 
          They and my minde may chime, 
                    And mend my ryme.
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