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1O my afflicted solitary soul,
in dust and ashes roll3,
3As if thou were not of celestial birth,
Or4thy beginning and thy end were earth?
5Believ’t thou art a
sparkle5of that light
invisible to our mortal sight6;
7And thou art capable of endless bliss;
Thou knowest nothing, if thou knowest not this7.
9Enlarge thy hopes
(poor soul)8, then reassume
10Thy ancient right; thou needs no
11For thou hast noble wings to take thy flight.
12Why dost thou in this dunghill earth delight?
13We talk of
summers and delicious springs10;
14I am resolvéd here are no such things.
15Of flowery valleys and
16Of shady groves, and purling
We14do but dream: in them, we laugh or
18And never wake until in death we sleep.
19Then what’s this world we keep ado about?
20We weeping enter, and go, sighing, out.
Ay me!16) this thought of death my courage dashes;
22Must I and mine turn all to dust and ashes?
23Death hath already from my weeping vine
seven fair branches17; the grief and loss is mine,
25The joy is theirs, who now in glory
26And as they were to me of infinite price,
27So now they
planted are in paradise19
28Where their immaculate, pure, virgin souls
29Are now enthroned above the stars or
30Where they enjoy all fullness of desire.
31O when shall I increase that heavenly