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Sinful Dreams.
1.
The Prince of Darkness loves to FightOur Souls by Night.
That Black Old Serpent often Creeps
Ore one that Sleeps:
As Vipers often Crawle upon
Men Sleeping in the Shade at Noon.
2.
SIN (like a Thiefe) comes in by DaySome secret way,
And Lurks (Hid from True Reasons's Eye)
I'th' Phantasie,
'Till Sleep makes Us secure and quiet,
Then breaks forth, and Commits the Riot.
Come, My Dear GOD, and Lodge thou in My Breast,
That when My Body Sleeps; My Soul may Rest.
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