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[Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debt]
Since she whom I loved hath paid her last debtTo Nature, and to her's, and my good is dead,
And her soul early into heaven vanished,—
Wholly on heavenly things my mind is set.
Here the admiring her my mind did whet
To seek Thee, God; so streams do show their head,
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A holy thirsty dropsy melts me yet.
But why should I beg more love, whenas Thou
Dost woo my soul for hers, off'ring all Thine;
And dost not only fear lest I allow
My love to saints and angels, things divine,
But in Thy tender jealousy dost doubt
Lest the World, Flesh, yea Devil, put thee out?
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