| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | III. Oblivion Come, heavy souls, oppressèd with the weight | | By William Strode (16021645) |
| | From The Floating Island COME, heavy souls, oppressèd with the weight | |
| Of crimes, or pangs, or want of your delight; | |
| Come, drown in Lethes sleepy lake | |
| Whatever makes you ache; | |
| Drink health from poisoned bowls; | 5 |
| Breathe out your cares, together with your souls! | |
| Cool Death s a salve, | |
| Which all may have. | |
| There s no distinction in the grave. | |
| Lay down your loads before Deaths iron door; | 10 |
| Sigh, and sigh out! Groan once, and groan no more! | | | | |
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