Mel Heliconium or, Poeticall Honey, Gathered out of The Weeds of Parnassus ... By Alexander Rosse |
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CHIRON
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Which still are rolling in the skies,
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Must have his curing hands also,
And's feet, which may indure Gods blow,
And's voice of melody.
Our hands must work salvation,
Our heads must meditate upon
Heavens shining Canopy:
Our tongues must praise Gods actions,
The feet of our affections
For sin must wounded be.
I will before my Altar stand,
With sacrifices in my hand,
And thus to God will pray:
Lord heal these wounded feet of mine,
Then make me as a Star to shine,
Or as the brightest day.
Give me the head of knowledge, and
A well-tun'd tongue, a working hand,
And feet which may thy blow
Indure; O wound me, so that I
By wounds may be prepar'd to dye,
And wean'd from things below.
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