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Henry Vaughan - Vanity Of SpiritHenry Vaughan - Vanity Of Spirit
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Quite spent with thoughts, I left my cell and lay Where a shrill spring tuned to the early day. I begged here long, and groaned to know Who gave the clouds so brave a bow, Who bent the spheres, and circled in Corruption with this glorious ring; What is His name, and how I might Descry some part of His great light. I summoned nature: pierced through all her store, Broke up some seals which none had touched before: Her womb, her bosom, and her head Where all her secrets lay abed, I rifled quite; and having passed Through all her creatures, came at last To search myself, where I did find Traces and sounds of a strange kind. Here of this mighty spring I found some drills, With echoes beaten from the eternal hills; Weak beams and fires flashed to my sight, Like a young east, or moonshine night, Which showed me in a nook cast by A piece of much antiquity, With hieroglyphics quite dismembered, And broken letters scarce remembered. I took them up and, much joyed, went about To unite those pieces, hoping to find out The mystery; but this ne`er done, That little light I had was gone: It grieved me much. At last, said I, Since in these veils my eclipsed eye May not approach Thee (for at night Who can have commerce with the light?), I`ll disapparel, and to buy But one half glance, mist gladly die.
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