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ROBERT HERRICK

When the passing bell doth toll, And the Furies in a shoal Come to fright a parting soul,

Sweet Spirit, comfort me !

When the tapers now burn blue, And the comforters are few, And that number more than true, Sweet Spirit, comfort me !

When the priest his last hath pray'd, And I nod to what is said, 'Cause my speech is now decay'd, Sweet Spirit, comfort me !

When, God knows, I'm toss'd about Either with despair or doubt ; Yet before the glass be out,

Sweet Spirit, comfort me !

When the tempter me pursu'th With the sins of all my youth, \ And half damns me with untruthA Sweet Spirit, comfort me !

When the flames and hellish cries Fright mine ears and fright mine eyes, And all terrors me surprise,

Sweet Spirit, comfort me !

When the Judgment is reveal'd, And that open'd which was seal'd, When to Thee I have appeal'd,

Sweet Spirit, comfort me !

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