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George Herbert - The Jews
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               Poore nation, whose sweet sap and juice
Our eyens have purloin`d, and left you drie:
Whose streams we got by the Apostles` sluce,
And use in baptisme, while ye pine and die:
Who by not keeping once, became a debter;
               And now by keeping lose the letter:

               Oh that my prayers! mine, alas!
Oh that some Angel might a trumpet sound:
At which the Church falling upon her face
Should crie so loud, untill the trump were drown`d,
And by that crie of her deare Lord obtain,
               That your sweet sap might come again!
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