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1O my afflicted solitary soul,
2Why
dost2
thou still in dust and ashes roll3
,3As if thou were not of celestial birth,
4
Or4
thy beginning and thy end were earth?5Believ’t thou art a
sparkle5
of that light6Which is
invisible to our mortal sight6
;7And thou art capable of endless bliss;
8
Thou knowest nothing, if thou knowest not this7
.9Enlarge thy hopes
(poor soul)8
, then reassume10Thy ancient right; thou needs no
borrowed plume9
,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
salubrious11
hills,16Of shady groves, and purling
crystal12
rills13
,17
We14
do but dream: in them, we laugh or weep15
,18And never wake until in death we sleep.
19Then what’s this world we keep ado about?
20We weeping enter, and go, sighing, out.
21(
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
24Torn
seven fair branches17
; the grief and loss is mine,25The joy is theirs, who now in glory
shine18
,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
poles20
,30Where they enjoy all fullness of desire.
31O when shall I increase that heavenly
choir21
?