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The Union.
Μια ψυχη δυο σωματα.
By Mr. William Fairfax.
As
in the Chrystal Center of the sight
Two subtle beams make but one Cone of light,
Or when one flame twin'd with another is,
They both ascend in one bright Pyramis;
Our spirits thus into each other flow,
One in our being, one in what we know,
In what we will, desire, dislike, approve,
In what we love, and one is that pure love.
As in a burning glasse th' aerial Flame,
With the producing Ray is still the same:
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Do both become one undefided minde.
This sacred fire into it self converts
Our yielding spirits, and our melting hearts,
Till both our souls into one spirit run,
So several lines are in their center one.
And when thy fair Idea is imprest,
In the soft tablet of my easier breast,
The sweet reflexion brings such sympathie,
That I my better self behold in thee;
And all perfections that in thee combine,
By this resultance are intirely mine;
Thy Rayes disperse my shades who only live
Bright in the Lustre thou art pleas'd to give.
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