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Henry Vaughan - RetirementHenry Vaughan - Retirement
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Fresh fields and woods! the Earth`s fair face, God`s foot-stool, and man`s dwelling-place. I ask not why the first Believer Did love to be a country liver? Who to secure pious content Did pitch by groves and wells his tent; Where he might view the boundless sky, And all those glorious lights on high; With flying meteors, mists and show`rs, Subjected hills, trees, meads and flow`rs; And ev`ry minute bless the King And wise Creator of each thing.  I ask not why he did remove To happy Mamre`s holy grove, Leaving the cities of the plain To Lot and his successless train? All various lusts in cities still Are found; they are the thrones of ill; The dismal sinks, where blood is spill`d, Cages with much uncleanness fill`d. But rural shades are the sweet fense Of piety and innocence. They are the Meek`s calm region, where Angels descend and rule the sphere, Where heaven lies leiger, and the dove Duly as dew, comes from above. If Eden be on Earth at all, `Tis that, which we the country call.
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