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XI. Upon a low'ring Morning.
Well, with the day, I see, the Clouds appear,
And mix the light with darkness every where:
This threatning is to Travellers, that go
Long Journeys, slabby Rain, they'l have or Snow.
And mix the light with darkness every where:
This threatning is to Travellers, that go
Long Journeys, slabby Rain, they'l have or Snow.
Else while I gaze, the Sun doth with his beams
Belace the Clouds, as 'twere with bloody Streams;
This done, they suddenly do watry grow,
And weep, and pour their tears out where they go.
Belace the Clouds, as 'twere with bloody Streams;
This done, they suddenly do watry grow,
And weep, and pour their tears out where they go.
Comparison.
Thus 'tis when Gospel-light doth usher in
To us, both sense of Grace, and sense of Sin;
Yea when it makes sin red with Christ's blood,
Then we can weep, till weeping does us good.
To us, both sense of Grace, and sense of Sin;
Yea when it makes sin red with Christ's blood,
Then we can weep, till weeping does us good.
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