A Collection of Miscellanies Consisting of Poems, Essays, Discourses & Letters, Occasionally Written. By John Norris ... The Second Edition Corrected |
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Superstition.
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Superstition.
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I care not tho it beBy the preciser sort thought Popery;
We Poets, can a Licence shew
For every thing we do,
Hear then my little Saint, I'll pray to thee.
II
If now thy happy mindAmidst its various joys can leasure find
T' attend to any thing so low
As what I say or do,
Regard, and be what thou wast ever, kind.
III
Let not the Blest aboveEngross thee quite, but sometimes hither rove;
Fain would I thy sweet image see
And sit, and talk with thee,
Nor is it Curiosity, but Love.
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IV
Ah what delight 'twou'd beWould'st thou sometimes by stealth converse with me!
How should I thy sweet Commerce prize
And other joys despise!
Come then, I ne're was yet denyed by thee.
V
I would not long detainThy Soul from Bliss, nor keep thee here in pain.
Nor should thy fellow-Saints e're know
Of thy escape below,
Before thou'rt miss'd, thou should'st return again.
VI
Sure Heaven must needs thy loveAs well as other qualities improve.
Come then and recreate my sight
With rays of thy pure light,
'Twill chear my eyes more than the Lamps above.
VII
But if Fate's so severeAs to confine thee to thy blisfull Sphere,
(And by thy Absence I shall know
Whether thy state be so)
Live happy, but be mindful of me there.
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