RICHARD CRASHAW
550 Christ Crucified
SHY restless feet now cannot go For us and our eternal good, As they were ever wont. What though They swim, alas' in their own flood ?
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��Thy hands to give Thou canst not lift, Yet will Thy hand still giving be;
It gives, but O, itself 's the gift!
It gives tho' bound, tho' bound 'tis free'
��35 J An E-pitayh upon Husband and Wife Who died and were buried together
TO these whom death again did wed This grave 's the second marriage-bed. For though the hand of Fate could force 'Twixt soul and body a divorce, It could not sever man and wife, Because they both lived but one life. Peace, good reader, do not weep; Peace, the lovers arc asleep. They, sweet turtles, folded lie In the last knot that love could tie. Let them sleep, let them sleep on, Till the stormy night be gone, And the eternal morrow dawn; Then the curtains will be drawn, And they wake into a light Whose day shall never die in night.
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