Deniall
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- WHen my devotions could not pierce
- Thy silent eares;
- Then was my heart broken, as was my verse:
- My breast was full of fears
- And disorder:
- My bent thoughts, like a brittle bow,
- Did flie asunder:
- Each took his way; some would to pleasures go,
- Some to the warres and thunder
- Of alarms.
- As good go any where, they say,
- As to benumme
- Both knees and heart, in crying night and day,
- Come, come, my God, O come!
- But no hearing.
- O that thou shouldst give dust a tongue
- To crie to thee,
- And then not heare it crying! all day long
- My heart was in my knee,
- But no hearing.
- Therefore my soul lay out of sight,
- Untun'd, unstrung:
- My feeble spirit, unable to look right,
- Like a nipt blossome, hung
- Discontented.
- O cheer and tune my heartlesse breast,
- Deferre no time;
- That so thy favours granting my request,
- They and my minde may chime,
- And mend my ryme.
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