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Вотн . We saw Thee in Thy balmy - nest , Young dawn of our eternal Day ! We saw Thine eyes break from their East , And chase the trembling shades away . We saw Thee ; and we blest the sight , We saw Thee by Thine Own sweet light .
Вотн . We saw Thee in Thy balmy - nest , Young dawn of our eternal Day ! We saw Thine eyes break from their East , And chase the trembling shades away . We saw Thee ; and we blest the sight , We saw Thee by Thine Own sweet light .
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We saw Thee : and we blest the sight , We saw Thee by Thine Own sweet light . Chorus . We saw Thee , & c . FULL CHORUS . Welcome , all wonders in one sight ! Eternity shut in a span ! Summer in Winter , Day in Night !
We saw Thee : and we blest the sight , We saw Thee by Thine Own sweet light . Chorus . We saw Thee , & c . FULL CHORUS . Welcome , all wonders in one sight ! Eternity shut in a span ! Summer in Winter , Day in Night !
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Page xxvi - Temple," and aptly,' for in the Temple of God, under His wing, he led his life in St. Mary's Church, near St. Peter's college ; there he lodged under Tertullian's roof of angels ; there he made his nest more gladly than David's swallow near the house of God : where, like a primitive saint, he offered more prayers in the night than others usually offer in the day.
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| Title | English Poems, Volumes 1-2 English Poems, Richard Crashaw |
| Author | Richard Crashaw |
| Editor | John Ramsden Tutin |
| Publisher | Tutin, 1900 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 6 Mar 2008 |
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