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Vpon the Death of my Father.
 
 
 


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Vpon the Death of my Father.

The youthfull bloud that beat the winding Maze
Within your veins, gave length unto my daies;
The active heat distil a crimson Dew
Through those warm Limbecks, and made Me of You:
That to such full proportion I am grown,
People do still Me for Your figure own.
Then since I have deriv'd a part from Thee,
Thou canst not die whil'st Thou hast part in Me.