| Soul. | WHILST my Souls eye beheld no light | |
| But what stream'd from thy gracious sight; | |
| To me the worlds greatest King | |
| Seem'd but some little vulgar thing. | |
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| God. | Whilest thou prov'dst pure; and that in thee | 5 |
| I could glass al my Deity: | |
| How glad did I from Heaven depart, | |
| To find a Lodging in thy heart! | |
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| S. | Now Fame and Greatness bear the sway, | |
| ('Tis they that hold my prisons Key:) | 10 |
| For whom my soul would dy, might shee | |
| Leave them her Immortality. | |
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| G. | I, and some few pure Souls conspire, | |
| And burne both in a mutuall fire, | |
| For whom I'ld dy once more, ere they | 15 |
| Should miss of Heavens eternal day. | |
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| S. | But Lord! what if I turn againe, | |
| And with an adamantine chain, | |
| Lock me to thee? What if I chase | |
| The world away to give thee place? | 20 |
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| G. | Then though these souls in whom I joy | |
| Are Seraphins, Thou but a Toy, | |
| A foolish Toy, yet once more I | |
| Would with Thee live, and for thee die. | |
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