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RICHARD CRASHAW

339- Upon the Book and Ticture of the Seraphkal Saint Teresa By all thy dower of lights and fires; By all the eagle in thee, all the dove ; By all thy lives and deaths of love ; By thy large draughts of intellectual day, And by thy thirsts of love more large than they; By all thy brim-filPd bowls of fierce desire, By thy last morning's draught of liquid lire; By the full kingdom of that final kiss That seized thy parting soul, and seal'd thee His; By all the Heav'n thou hast in Him (Fair sister of the seraphim!); By all of Him we have in thee ; Leave nothing of myself in me. Let me so read thy life, that I Unto all life of mine may die!

340. J^erses Jrom the Shephtrds' Hymn

"W7E saw Thee in Thy balmy nest,

    • Young dawn of our eternal day;

We saw Thine eyes break from the East, And chase the trembling shades away : We saw Thee, and we blest the sight, We saw Thee by Thine own sweet light.

Poor world, said I, what wilt thou do To entertain this starry stranger ?

Is this the best thou canst bestow A cold and not too cleanly manger?

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