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31. A Soliloquie.
[Where shall I find my God! O where, O where]
Where shall I find my God! O where, O whereShall I direct my steps, to finde him there?
Shall I make search in swelling Baggs of Coyne?
Ah no; For God and Mammon cannot ioyne:
Doe Beds of Down containe this heavenly stranger?
No no; Hee's rather cradled in some Manger:
Dwells he in wisedome? Is he gone that rode?
No no; Mans wisedome's foolishnes with God:
Or hath some new Plantation, yet vnkowne,
Made him their King, and adorn'd him with their Crown?
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T'adorne his Browes with any Crown but Thorn.
Wher shall I trace; or wher shal I goe winde him?
My Lord is gone; and O! I cannot finde him:
Ile ransack the dark Dungeons: Ile enquire
Into the Furnace, after the sev'nth fire:
Ile seeke in Daniels Den, and in Pauls prison;
Ile search his Grave, and see if he be risen:
Ile goe to th'house of mourning; and Ile call
At every Almes-abused Hospitall:
Ile goe and ask the widow, tha'ts opprest;
The heavy laden, that enquiers rest:
Ile search the Corners of all broken hearts;
The wounded Conscience, and the soule that smarts;
The contrite spirit fill'd with filiall feare;
I, there he is; and no where else, but there:
Spare not to scourge thy pleasure, O my God,
So I may finde thy presence, with thy Rod.
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