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John Donne (1572–1631).  The Poems of John Donne.  1896.
 
Appendix B. Poems hitherto Uncollected
[To the Blessed Virgin Mary]
 
O FRUITFUL garden, and yet never till’d!
Box full of treasure, yet by no man fill’d!
O thou which hast made Him that first made thee!
O near of kin to all the Trinity!
O palace, where the King of all, and more,        5
Went in and out, yet never open’d door,
Whose flesh is purer than an other’s spirit,
Reach Him our prayers, and reach us down His merit!
O bread of life which swelld’st up without leaven!
O bridge which join’st together earth and heaven!        10
Whose eyes see me through these walls, and through glass,
And through this flesh as thorough cypress pass.
Behold a little heart made great by thee
Swelling, yet shrinking at thy majesty.
O dwell in it! for wheresoe’er thou go’st,        15
There is the temple of the Holy Ghost.
 
 
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