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ODE I. The Spirit's Farewell to the Body after long Sickness.

I

How am I held a prisoner now,
Far from my God! This mortal chain
Binds me to sorrow: All below
Is short-liv'd ease or tiresome pain.

II

When shall that wondrous hour appear,
Which frees me from this dark abode,
To live at large in regions, where
Nor cloud nor veil shall hide my God?

III

Farewell this flesh, these ears, these eyes,
These snares and fetters of the mind;
My God, nor let this frame arise
Till every dust be well refin'd.

IV

Jesus, who mak'st our natures whole,
Mould me a body like thy own:
Then shall it better serve my soul
In works of praise and worlds unknown.