The poems of George Daniel ... From the original mss. in the British Museum: Hitherto unprinted. Edited, with introduction, notes, and illustrations, portrait, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart: In four volumes |
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ODE LVIII.
[Poore Man! I am as Dull as dull can be]
Poore Man! I am as Dull as dull can be;
Dull in my Selfe, with Sin;
For Sin is heavie. I am darke within,
And cannot see
My selfe. Poor Man! a Cloud has Spred vpon
My Soule, and I am lost; I am vndone.
Huge vapour flyes
Betwixt me and my selfe; all Light is gon.
I am a Chaos growne:
Rise! Sun of Glorie, yet at length arise!
Dull in my Selfe, with Sin;
For Sin is heavie. I am darke within,
And cannot see
My selfe. Poor Man! a Cloud has Spred vpon
My Soule, and I am lost; I am vndone.
Huge vapour flyes
Betwixt me and my selfe; all Light is gon.
I am a Chaos growne:
Rise! Sun of Glorie, yet at length arise!
Dispell these Mists, that I, at once, may See
My selfe, in my owne Heart; and All, in Thee.
My selfe, in my owne Heart; and All, in Thee.
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