Poems Divine, and Humane By Thomas Beedome |
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The Petition.
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Poems Divine, and Humane | ||
The Petition.
Heare mee my God, and heare mee soone,Because my morning toucheth noone,
Nor can I looke for their delight,
Because my noone layes hold on night:
I am all circle, my morne, night, and noone,
Are individable, then heare mee soone.
Thou art all time my God, and I
Am part of that eternity:
Yet being made, I want that might
To be as thou art, Infinite:
As in thy flesh, so be thou Lord to mee,
That is, both infinite, and eternity,
But I am dust, at most, but man,
That dust extended to a span:
Stretcht or contracted, Lord, I stand,
Contract and stretch mee too, that I may be
Straightned on earth, to be enlarg'd to thee.
But I am nothing, then how can,
I call my selfe, or dust, or man?
Yet thou from nothing all didst frame,
That all things might exalt thy name,
Make mee but something, then my God to thee,
Then shall thy praise be all in all to mee.
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