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Thomas Campion

The first Booke of Ayres



1   Neuer weather-beaten Saile more willing bent to shore,
Neuer tyred Pilgrims limbs affected slumber more;
Then my weary spright now longs to flye out of my troubled brest.
      O come quickly sweetest Lord and take my soule to rest.

2   Euer-blooming are the ioyes of Heau'ns high paradice,
Cold age deafes not there our eares, nor vapour dims our eyes ;
Glory there the Sun out shines, whose beames the blessed onely see,
      O come quickly glorious Lord, and raise my spright to thee.


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