The Poetical Works of William Drummond of Hawthornden With "A Cypresse Grove": Edited by L. E. Kastner |
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[Rise to my soule, bright Sunne of Grace, o rise!]
Rise to my soule, bright Sunne of Grace, o rise!Make mee the vigour of thy Beames to proue,
Dissolue this chilling frost which on mee lies,
That makes mee lesse than looke-warme in thy loue:
Grant mee a beamling of thy light aboue
To know my foot-steps, in these Tymes, too wise;
O! guyde my course & let mee no mor moue
On wings of sense, where wandring pleasure flyes.
I haue gone wrong & erred, but ah, alas!
What can I else doe in this dungeon darke?
My foes strong are, & I a fragil glasse,
Houres charged with cares consume my lifes small sparke;
Yet, of thy goodnesse, if I grace obtaine,
My life shall be no lose, my death great gaine.
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