The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations/A Parodie

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¶ A Parodie.

Souls joy, when thou art gone,And I alone,Which cannot be,Because thou dost abide with me,And I depend on thee;
Yet when thou dost suppresseThe cheerfulnesseOf thy abode,And in my powers not stirre abroad,But leave me to my load:
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O what a damp and shadeDoth me invade!No stormie nightCan so afflict or so affright,As thy eclipsed light.
Ah Lord! do not withdraw,Lest want of awMake Sinne appeare;And when thou dost but shine lesse cleare,Say, that thou art not here.
And then what life I have,While Sinne doth rave,And falsly boast,That I may seek, but thou art lost;Thou and alone thou know'st.
O what a deadly coldDoth me infold!I half beleeveThat Sinne sayes true: but while I grieve,Thou com'st and dost relieve.

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