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"the IM Mont ALITY of the soul.. 95
Which truth hath in all ages been so strong,
For, not the Christian, or the Jew alone,
This mystery to the wild Indian known,
This rich Assyrian drug grows ev'ry where;
This doctrine doth not enter by the ear,
None that acknowledge God, or providence,
For all religion taketh root from hence,
For since the world for man created was,
If man do perish like a wither'd grass,
And if that wisdom still wise ends propound,
When (if he perish here) there is not found
if death do quench us quite, we have great wrong, Since for our service all things else were wrought; That daws, and trees, and rocks should last so long, When we must in an instant pass to naught.
But bless'd be that Great Pow'r, that hath us
For though the soul do seem her grave to bear,
We have no cause the body’s death to fear;
Thft EE RINDS OF LIFE ANSWERABLE TO THREE Powerts or The soul.
Fon, as the soul's essential pow'rs are three;
The first life in the mother’s womb is spent,
Where, when she finds defect of nourishment,
This we call birth; but if the child could speak, He death would call it; and of nature plain,
That she would thrust him out naked and weak, And in his passage pinch him with such pain.
Yet out he comes, and in this world is plac'd,
Where he finds flow’rs to smell, and fruits to taste,
When he hath pass'd some time upon the stage,
Then doth aspiring soul the body leave, .
What life our souls do by this death receive,
In this third life, reason will be so bright,
And shall of God enjoy the real sight,
O ignon ANt poor man what dost thou bear 2
What jewels, and what riches hast thou there :
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Look in thy soul, and thou shalt beauties find,
Honour and pleasure both are in thy mind,
Think of her worth, and think that God did mean,
Kill not her quick’ning pow'r with surfeitings:
Cast not her wit on idle things:
And when thou think'st of her eternity,
Think it a birth; and when thou go'st to die,
And if thou, like a child, didst fear before, Being in the dark, where thou didst nothing see; Now I have brought thee torch-light, fear no more ; Now when thou dy'st, thou canst not hood-wink'd be.
And thou, my soul, which turn'st with curious eye, To view the beams of thine own form divine,
Know, that thou canst know nothing perfectly, While thou art clouded with this flesh of mine.
Take heed of over-weening, and compare
Study the best and highest things that are,
Cast down thyself, and only strive to raise
Use all thy pow'rs, that blessed pow'r to praise,