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Sonnet. XXIX.
[Rayons of glorie beames of endlesse ioy]
Rayons
of glorie beames of endlesse ioy,
Cheerish my soule, illuminate my wits:
Rauish my sences with celestial fits,
That mistes infernall doe not them anoy:
All carnall motions weaken and acoy,
Eu'n from that beamesome throne (where glorious sits
The Lord of light whose eye no shade admits)
That filthy Dragon my soules foe destroy,
Which in foule pit of dreadfull darkenes liues,
Repleat with horrour, and contagious smell:
Whose shadow, noysome mist and blindnes giues,
Raysde from th' infectious damps of vgly Hell.
Rayons of comfort through my Temples pearse,
And consecrate my Muse to sacred verse.
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