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 | The Poems and Sonnets of Henry Constable |  |
lxxxviii
TO THE BLESSED SACRAMENT.
When thee (o holy sacrificed Lambe)
In severed sygnes I whyte & liquid see,
As in thy body slayne I thynke on thee,
Which pale by sheddyng of thy bloode became.
In severed sygnes I whyte & liquid see,
As in thy body slayne I thynke on thee,
Which pale by sheddyng of thy bloode became.
And when agayne I doe behold the same
Vayled in whyte to be receav'd of mee,
Thou seemest in thy syndon wrapt to bee
Like to a corse, whose monument I am.
Vayled in whyte to be receav'd of mee,
Thou seemest in thy syndon wrapt to bee
Like to a corse, whose monument I am.
Buryed in mee, unto my soule appeare,
Pryson'd in earth, & bannisht from thy syght,
Lyke our forefathers who in lymbo were,
Cleere thou my thoughtes, as thou did'st gyve them light,
And as thou others freed from purgyng fyre
Quenche in my hart the flames of badd desyre.
Pryson'd in earth, & bannisht from thy syght,
Lyke our forefathers who in lymbo were,
Cleere thou my thoughtes, as thou did'st gyve them light,
And as thou others freed from purgyng fyre
Quenche in my hart the flames of badd desyre.
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