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Another. (to His Ever-loving God.)

Robert Herrick

Thou bid'st me come; I cannot come; for why?
Thou dwell'st aloft, and I want wings to fly.
To mount my soul, she must have pinions given;
For 'tis no easy way from earth to heaven.

(C) Robert Herrick
03/10/2020


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