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Awake, my glory, Sovi (if such thou be,
And that fair worl at all referr to ther),

Awake and sing,

Ind be all wing:
Bring hither thy whole self; and let me see
What of the parent learn pot speakes in thee.

U thou art poort
Of noble prowres,

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Ste',
Inil full of nothing else but empty me:
Varrow, and low, and intinitely lesse
Then this great morning's mighty Business

One little world or two
(allas) will never dore ;

We must haue store,
Give, Soul, out of thy self, and seek for more.

(ve and request
Great Vature for the key of lier huge chest
Oples, the seli-imoluing sett of sphears
(Which ull mortality more fecles then heares).

Then rouse the best
Of nimble Art, and tranerse loud:
The airry shop art' soul-appmasing sound:
and beat id suumons in the same

All-souerig nante,
To warn car serverall kind
And shape of sweetnes, be they such

1.5.-igh with .-'1pple wind
01:11-1172 ill'tfull tone;

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That they conuene and come away
To wait at the loue-crowned doores of this illustri-
ous day.

love Shall we dare this, my Soul ? we'l doe't and bring No other note for't, but the name we sing. Wake lote and harp, and every sweet-lipp't thing

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That talkes with tunefull string ;
Start into life, and leap with me
Into a hasty fitt-tund harmony.

Nor must you think it much
Tobey my bolder touch;

50 I haue authority in Love's name to take you, And to the worke of Loue this morning wake you.

Wake, in the name
Of Him Who neuer sleeps, all things that are,
Or, what's the same,

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Are musicall;
Answer my call

And come along;
Help me to meditate mine immortal song.
Come, ye soft ministers of sweet sand mirth,
Bring all your houshold stuffe of Heaun on earth;
O) you, my Soul's most certain wings,
Complaining pipes, and prattling strin,

Bring all the store
Of swirts you haue; an in'. rT:. ur ti..? 11,00 bane 11's

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A wake, my glory, Sovl (if such thou be,
And that fivir word at all rolerr to ther),

Awake and sing

And be all wing ;
Bring hither thy whole self; ani let me see
Wat of the parent Hearn yot speakes in thee.

U tholl art poore
Of mobile powres,

I

See,
And full of nothing else but compty ine :
Varrow, and low, inil intinitely lesse
Then this great morning's mighty busynes.

One little world or two
(Alas) will never love;

We must haue store.
tiore', Sorl, out of thy self, and seek for more.

(ve the request
Great Vatvre for the key of her huge chest
Of Ileans, the li innoluing sett of Sphears
(Which ull mortality more fordes then bares).

Then 1911se the best
Of nimble Art, and tranerse round
The aiery shop of sonlappeasing soal:
and beat ilmons in the same

111.01muga niune,
To warn er senerall kind
And shape of surprenas, be they such

Insigh with supple wind (141 Toyutlull tone;

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TO THE NAME ABOVE EVERY NAME.

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That they conuene and come away
To wait at the loue-crowned doores of this illustri-
ous day.

love Shall we dare this, my Soul ? we'l doe't and bring No other note for't, but the name we sing. Wake lvte and harp, and enery sweet-lipp't thing

45 That talkes with tunefull string ; Start into life, and leap with me Into a hasty fitt-tund harmony.

Nor must you think it much

T" obey my bolder touch;
I haue authority in Love's name to take you,
And to the worke of Loue this morning wake you.

Wake, in the name
Of Him Who neuer sleeps, all things that arc,
Or, what's the same,

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Are musicall;
Answer my call

And come along;
Help me to meditate mine immortal song.
Come, ye soft ministers of sweet sad mirth,
Bring all your houshold stuffe of Heaun on earth ;
O you, my Soul's most certain wings,
Complaining pipes, and prattling strings,

Bring all the store
Of sweets you haue; and murmur that you haue no

more.

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Come, ne're to part,
Nature anılart!

Come; and come strong,
To the conspiracy of our spatious song
Bring all the powres of praise,

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Your prouinces of well-vnitel worlls can raise ;
Bring all your lvtes and harps of Ilearn an Eartlı;
Whatere comperates to the common mirthe :

Vessells of vocall ioyes, Or you, more noble architects of intellectuall noise, 75 Cymballs of Ileau's, or humane sphears, Solliciters of sovles or cares;

And when you are come, with all That you can bring or we can call : ( may you fix

So
Foreler here, and mix

Your selues into the long
And everlasting series of a cleathlesse song ;
Mix all your many worlds alone,
And loose them into one of loue.

Chear thee my heart!
For thou too hast thy part

and place in the Great Throng of this vnbounded all-imbracing song.

lowres of my soul, be proud!

And speake lowel Tollibeer luglit Saatitis, this redeeming Name',

u in the wealth of our rich word, proclaim

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