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A SONG.
[Stay thou seraphick Creature, stay]
I
Stay thou seraphick Creature, stay,My Soul is in her melting Strains,
So very fond to get away,
She puts me to a thousand Pains.
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II
Trembling as Needles when they move,And only in the North can rest,
So when she meets with thee, my Love,
She's fix'd and infinitely blest.
III
Sweet Angel, tho' you can't create,Yet you alone my Life can save;
Your Sight's as prevalent as Fate,
Then grant me that, 'tis all I crave.
IV
My heavenly Bliss to antedate,For no base earthly Love I plead;
For Souls have pow'r to penetrate,
And on diviner Substance feed.
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