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Thomas Campion

The first Booke of Ayres



1   Seeke the Lord, and in his wayes perseuer :
      O faint not, but as Eagles flye,
      For his steepe hill is high ;
Then striuing gaine the top, and triumph euer.

2   Whe with glory there thy browes are crowned,
      New ioyes so shall abound in thee,
      Such sights thy soule shall see,
That worldly thoughts shall by their beames be drowned.

3   Farewell World, thou masse of meere confusion,
      False light with many shadowes dimm'd,
      Old Witch with new foyles trimm'd,
Thou deadly sleepe of soule, and charm'd illusion.

4   I the King will seeke of Kings adored,
      Spring of light, tree of grace and blisse,
      Whose fruit so sou'raigne is,
That all who taste it are from death restored.


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