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6.
O what lingring Death is this,
Bliss inviting unto bliss.
By those Tasts of Love are we
But more Enamour'd of the Sea
Of Abyssal Love, whence come
The Flames that crown our Martyrdom.
Happy is the Soul that dies
Thus Loves daily Sacrifice.
7.
O what kind of Pain is this,
Which is sweetest of all bliss
Oh! tis Pain intolerable!
Pleasure yet Unutterable
Such are these blest Flames which come
To crown us with Loves Martyrdom.
Happy, happy Soul that dies.
Thus Love's Living Sacrifice.
8.
O we cry we cannot bear
Love's hot Flames, which domineer
In our Souls, and yet had we
Doom'd to Death far rather be,
Than to lose those Flames that come
To crown us with Loves Martyrdom
O thrice happy Soul that dies
Love's Eternal Sacrifice.
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