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Meditat. 5.

What if I storm'd heav'ns Paradise with prayers,
And so besieg'd it with an host of tears?
What if I undermin'd, and layd a train
To blow it up with sighes? 'Twere but in vain:
To storm, besiege, all is but labor spent,
Except I could, as David did, Repent.