Philomela Or, Poems By Mrs. Elizabeth Singer, [Now Rowe,] ... The Second Edition |
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From Job Ch. XIX. V. 26. |
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From Job Ch. XIX. V. 26.
Though after my Skin, Worms destroy
this Body, yet in my Flesh shall I
see God.
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What tho' my Soul, rent from the close EmbraceOf this material Consort, take its Flight,
(Exil'd the Confines of her Native Place)
And leave these Eyes clos'd in a dismal Night:
She shall again resume the dear Abode,
And, cloath'd in Flesh, I shall behold my God.
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Tho' in the gloomy Regions of the Grave,Forgotten, and insensible I lie;
That tedious Night shall a bright Morning have,
The welcome Dawnings of Eternity.
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And, cloath'd in Flesh, I shall behold my God.
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Altho' resolv'd unto my Native dust,Its proper Part, each Element refine;
Yet at my aweful Maker's Breath they must
The Individual Particles resign:
My Soul again shall take her old Abode,
And, cloath'd in Flesh, I shall behold my God.
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