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Henry Vaughan - The BookHenry Vaughan - The Book
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Eternal God! Maker of all That have lived here since the man`s fall: The Rock of Ages! in whose shade They live unseen, when here they fade; Thou knew`st this paper when it was Mere seed, and after that but grass; Before `twas dressed or spun, and when Made linen, who did wear it then: What were their lives, their thoughts, and deeds, Whether good corn or fruitless weeds. Thou knew`st this tree when a green shade Covered it, since a cover made, And where it flourished, grew, and spread, As if it never should be dead. Thou knew`st this harmless beast when he Did live and feed by Thy decree On each green thing; then slept well fed Clothed with this skin which now lies spread A covering o`er this aged book; Which makes me wisely weep, and look On my own dust; mere dust it is, But not so dry and clean as this. Thou knew`st and saw`st them all, and though Now scattered thus, dost know them so. O knowing, glorious Spirit! when Thou shalt restore trees, beasts, and men, When Thou shalt make all new again, Destroying only death and pain, Give him amongst Thy works a place Who in them loved and sought Thy face!
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