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John Donne (1572–1631).  The Poems of John Donne.  1896.
 
Divine Poems
A Litany
 
I.
THE FATHER
  FATHER of Heaven, and Him, by whom
It, and us for it, and all else for us,
  Thou madest and govern’st ever, come
And re-create me, now grown ruinous.
        My heart is by dejection, clay,        5
        And by self-murder, red.
From this red earth, O Father, purge away
All vicious tinctures, that new-fashioned
I may rise up from death, before I’m dead.
 
II.
THE SON
  O Son of God, who, seeing two things,
        10
Sin and Death, crept in, which were never made,
  By bearing one, tried’st with what stings
The other could Thine heritage invade;
        O be Thou nail’d unto my heart,
        And crucified again;        15
Part not from it, though it from Thee would part,
But let it be by applying so Thy pain,
Drown’d in Thy blood, and in Thy passion slain.
 
III.
THE HOLY GHOST
  O Holy Ghost, whose temple I
Am, but of mud walls, and condensèd dust,        20
  And being sacrilegiously
Half wasted with youth’s fires of pride and lust,
        Must with new storms be weather-beat,
        Double in my heart Thy flame,
Which let devout sad tears intend, and let—        25
Though this glass lanthorn, flesh, do suffer maim—
Fire, sacrifice, priest, altar be the same.
 
IV.
THE TRINITY
  O blessed glorious Trinity,
Bones to philosophy, but milk to faith,
  Which, as wise serpents, diversely        30
Most slipperiness, yet most entanglings hath,
        As you distinguish’d, undistinct,
        By power, love, knowledge be,
Give me a 1 such self different instinct,
Of these let all me elemented be,        35
Of power, to love, to know you unnumbered three.
 
V.
THE VIRGIN MARY
  For that fair blessed mother-maid,
Whose flesh redeem’d us, that she-cherubin,
  Which unlock’d paradise, and made
One claim for innocence, and disseizèd sin,        40
        Whose womb was a strange heaven, for there
        God clothed Himself, and grew,
Our zealous thanks we pour. As her deeds were
Our helps, so are her prayers; nor can she sue
In vain, who hath such titles unto you.        45
 
VI.
THE ANGELS
  And since this life our nonage is,
And we in wardship to Thine angels be,
  Native in heaven’s fair palaces
Where we shall be but denizen’d by Thee;
        As th’ earth conceiving by the sun,        50
        Yields fair diversity,
Yet never knows what course that light doth run;
So let me study that mine actions be
Worthy their sight, though blind in how they see.
 
VII.
THE PATRIARCHS
  And let Thy patriarchs’ desire,
        55
—Those great grandfathers of Thy Church, which saw
  More in the cloud than we in fire,
Whom nature clear’d more, than us grace and law,
        And now in heaven still pray, that we
        May use our new helps right—        60
Be satisfied, 2 and fructify in me;
Let not my mind be blinder by more light,
Nor faith by reason added lose her sight.
 
VIII.
THE PROPHETS
  Thy eagle-sighted prophets too,
—Which were Thy Church’s organs, and did sound        65
  That harmony which made of two
One law, and did unite, but not confound;
        Those heavenly poets which did see
        Thy will, and it express
In rhythmic feet—in common pray for me,        70
That I by them excuse not my excess
In seeking secrets, or poeticness.
 
IX.
THE APOSTLES
  And thy illustrious zodiac
Of twelve apostles, which engirt this All,
  —From whom whosoever do not take        75
Their light, to dark deep pits throw down and fall;— 3
        As through their prayers Thou’st let me know
        That their books are divine,
May they pray still, and be heard, that I go
Th’ old broad way in applying; O decline        80
Me, when my comment would make Thy word mine.
 
X.
THE MARTYRS
  And since Thou so desirously
Didst long to die, that long before Thou couldst,
  And long since Thou no more couldst die,
Thou in thy scatter’d mystic body wouldst        85
        In Abel die, and ever since
        In Thine; let their blood come
To beg for us a discreet patience
Of death, or of worse life; for O, to some
Not to be martyrs, is a martyrdom.        90
 
XI.
THE CONFESSORS
  Therefore with Thee triumpheth there
A virgin squadron of white confessors,
  Whose bloods betroth’d not married were,
Tender’d, not taken by those ravishers.
        They know, and pray that we may know,        95
        In every Christian
Hourly tempestuous persecutions grow;
Temptations martyr us alive; a man
Is to himself a Diocletian.
 
XII.
THE VIRGINS
  The cold white snowy nunnery,
        100
Which, as Thy Mother, their high abbess, sent
  Their bodies back again to Thee,
As Thou hadst lent them, clean and innocent;
        Though they have not obtain’d of Thee,
        That or Thy Church or I        105
Should keep, as they, our first integrity,
Divorce Thou sin in us, or bid it die,
And call chaste widowhead virginity.
 
XIII.
THE DOCTORS
  The sacred academy 4 above
Of doctors, whose pains have unclasp’d, and taught        110
  Both books of life to us—for love
To know Thy scriptures tells us, we are wrote
        In Thy other book—pray for us there,
        That what they have misdone
Or missaid, we to that may not adhere.        115
Their zeal may be our sin. Lord, let us run
Mean ways, and call them stars, but not the sun.
 
XIV.
  And whilst this universal quire,
That Church in triumph, this in warfare here,
  Warm’d with one all-partaking fire        120
Of love, that none be lost, which cost Thee dear,
        Prays ceaselessly, and Thou hearken too
        —Since to be gracious
Our task is treble, to pray, bear, and do—
Hear this prayer, Lord; O Lord, deliver us        125
From trusting in those prayers, though pour’d out thus.
 
XV.
  From being anxious, or secure,
Dead clods 5 of sadness, or light squibs of mirth,
  From thinking that great courts immure
All, or no happiness, or that this earth        130
        Is only for our prison framed,
        Or that Thou’rt covetous
To them whom Thou lovest, or that they are maim’d
From reaching this world’s sweet 6 who seek Thee thus,
With all their might, good Lord, deliver us.        135
 
XVI.
  From needing danger, to be good,
From owing 7 Thee yesterday’s tears to-day,
  From trusting so much to Thy blood
That in that hope we wound our soul 8 away,
        From bribing Thee with alms, to excuse        140
        Some sin more burdenous,
From light affecting, in religion, news,
From thinking us all soul, neglecting thus
Our mutual duties, Lord, deliver us.
 
XVII.
  From tempting Satan to tempt us,
        145
By our connivance, or slack company,
  From measuring ill by vicious
Neglecting to choke sin’s spawn, vanity,
        From indiscreet humility,
        Which might be scandalous        150
And cast reproach on Christianity,
From being spies, or to spies pervious,
From thirst or scorn of fame, 9 deliver us.
 
XVIII.
  Deliver us through Thy descent
Into the Virgin, whose womb was a place        155
  Of middle kind; and Thou being sent
To ungracious us, stay’dst at her full of grace;
        And through Thy poor birth, where first Thou
        Glorified’st poverty;
And yet soon after riches didst allow,        160
By accepting kings’ gifts in th’ Epiphany;
Deliver us, and make us to both ways free.
 
XIX.
  And through that bitter agony,
Which is still 10 th’ agony of pious wits,
  Disputing what distorted Thee,        165
And interrupted evenness with fits;
        And through Thy free confession,
        Though thereby they were then
Made blind, so that Thou mightst from them have gone;
Good Lord, deliver us, and teach us when        170
We may not, and we may, blind unjust men.
 
XX.
  Through Thy submitting all, to blows
Thy face, Thy robes to spoil, Thy fame to scorn,
  All ways, which rage, or justice knows,
And by which Thou couldst show that Thou wast born;        175
        And through Thy gallant humbleness
        Which Thou in death didst show,
Dying before Thy soul they could express;
Deliver us from death, by dying so
To this world, ere this world do bid us go.        180
 
XXI.
  When senses, which Thy soldiers are,
We arm against Thee, and they fight for sin;
  When want, sent but to tame, doth war,
And work despair a breach to enter in;
        When plenty, God’s image, and seal,        185
        Makes us idolatrous,
And love it, not him, whom it should reveal;
When we are moved to seem religious
Only to vent wit; Lord, deliver us.
 
XXII.
  In churches, when th’ infirmity
        190
Of him which speaks, diminishes the word;
  When magistrates do misapply
To us, as we judge, lay or ghostly sword;
        When plague, which is Thine angel, reigns,
        Or wars, Thy champions, sway;        195
When heresy, Thy second deluge, gains;
In th’ hour of death, th’ eve of last Judgment day;
Deliver us from the sinister way.
 
XXIII.
  Hear us, O hear us, Lord; to Thee
A sinner is more music, when he prays,        200
  Than spheres’ or angels’ praises be,
In panegyric alleluias;
        Hear us, for till Thou hear us, Lord,
        We know not what to say;
Thine ear to our sighs, tears, thoughts, gives voice and word;        205
O Thou, who Satan heard’st in Job’s sick day,
Hear Thyself now, for Thou in us dost pray.
 
XXIV.
  That we may change to evenness
This intermitting aguish piety;
  That snatching cramps of wickedness        210
And apoplexies of fast sin may die;
        That music of Thy promises,
        Not threats in thunder may
Awaken us to our just offices;
What in Thy book Thou dost, or creatures say,        215
That we may hear, Lord, hear us when we pray.
 
XXV.
  That our ears’ sickness we may cure, 11
And rectify those labyrinths aright,
  That we by heark’ning not procure
Our praise, nor others’ dispraise so invite;        220
        That we get not a slipp’riness
        And senselessly decline,
From hearing bold wits jest at kings’ excess,
To admit the like of majesty divine;
That we may lock our ears, Lord, open Thine.        225
 
XXVI.
  That living law, the magistrate,
Which to give us, and make us physic, doth
  Our vices often aggravate;
That preachers taxing sin, before her growth;
        That Satan, and envenom’d men—        230
        Which will, if we starve, dine—
When they do most accuse us, may see then
Us to amendment hear them, Thee decline;
That we may open our ears, Lord, lock Thine.
 
XXVII.
  That learning, Thine ambassador,
        235
From Thine allegiance we never tempt;
  That beauty, paradise’s flower
For physic made, from poison be exempt;
        That wit—born apt high good to do—
        By dwelling lazily        240
On nature’s nothing be not nothing too;
That our affections kill us not, nor die;
Hear us, weak echoes, O, Thou Ear and Eye. 12
 
XXVIII.
  Son of God, hear us, and since Thou
By taking our blood, owest it us again,        245
  Gain to Thyself, and us allow;
And let not both us and Thyself be slain;
        O Lamb of God, which took’st our sin,
        Which could not stick to Thee,
O let it not return to us again;        250
But patient and physician being free,
As sin is nothing, let it nowhere be.
 
Note 1. l. 34. 1635, omits a [back]
Note 2. l. 61. So 1635; 1633, Be sanctified [back]
Note 3. l. 76. 1635, thrown down do fall [back]
Note 4. l. 109. 1635, academ [back]
Note 5. l. 128. 1635, clouds [back]
Note 6. l. 134. 1635, sweets [back]
Note 7. l. 137. 1669, owning [back]
Note 8. l. 139. 1669, souls [back]
Note 9. l. 153. So 1635; 1633, flame [back]
Note 10. l. 164. 1635, still is [back]
Note 11. l. 217. 1635, me may cure [back]
Note 12. l. 243. So St. MS.: 1633, and cry [back]
 
 
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