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Thomas Campion

The first Booke of Ayres



1   Loe, when backe mine eye,
     Pilgrim-like, I cast,
What fearefull wayes I spye,
Which blinded I securely past ?

2   But now heau'n hath drawne
     From my browes that night ;
As when the day doth dawne,
So cleares my long imprison'd sight.

3   Straight the caues of hell
     Drest with flowres I see,
Wherein false pleasures dwell,
That winning most, most deadly be.

4   Throngs of masked Feinds,
     Wing'd like Angels flye,
Eu'n in the gates of Friends ;
In faire disguise blacke dangers lye.

5   Straight to Heau'n I rais'd
     My restored sight :
And with loud voyce I prais'd
The Lord of euer-during light.

6   And since I had stray'd
     From his wayes so wide,
His grace I humble pray'd
Hence-forth to be my guard and guide.


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