Poems Divine, and Humane By Thomas Beedome |
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The Inquisition.
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Poems Divine, and Humane | ||
The Inquisition.
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VVhere art thou God, or where is heeThat can discover thee to mee,
The worlds without thee sure, for here
Doth domineere
Hell, flesh, and sinne, thou art not there.
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Doth Aire thy blessed spirit hold,And from our eyes thy sight unfold,
Thou art nor there my God, for here
Doth domineere
Satan, aires Prince, thou art not there.
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Or doth thy sacred essence keepeCourt in the Chamber of the deepe;
No sure my God,: not so, for here
Doth domineere
Leviathan, thou art not there.
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Doth flames too subtill for our senceTo spy impaild thy excellence;
No sure my God, not so, for here
Doth domineere
The fiery Prince, thou art not there:
In none of these confind, yet thou dost scatter
Thy presence, through both, earth, aire, fire; & water
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Each place containes thee God, yet thouArt no where, no where dost remaine:
Though every place wee thee allow,
No place we know can thee containe.
Nor here thou art not yet, thou art
Both there and here, be any where,
So thou bee in my heart;
Where being Lord, let that thy closet bee,
To keepe thee safe in mee, and mee in thee:
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