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C.D. Warner, et al., comp.  The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes.  1917.
 
From ‘Divine and Moral Songs’
By Thomas Campion (1567–1620)
 
(Arthur Henry Bullen’s modern text)

NEVER weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore,
Never tired pilgrim’s limbs affected slumber more,
Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast.
O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to rest!
 
Ever blooming are the joys of heaven’s high Paradise;        5
Cold age deafs not there our ears, nor vapor dims our eyes:
Glory there the sun outshines, whose beams the Blessèd only see,
O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to Thee!
 
 
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