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A prayer.

My sp'rit o Lord make free of fleshly lets
That I may climb thy sacred Cabinets
With wings of faith for well to understand
To doe this worke which I now take in hand.
Now let thy motions like a river swell
With gurgling streames of graces that excell
Within my heart, that in sweet verses rare
Thy might in mercy I may well declare,
How thou thine owne 'gainst all that do conspire
Canst safely keep ev'n in a burning fire.