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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115391" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Flesh and the Spirit</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In secret place where once I stood<br>Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood,<br>I heard two sisters reason on<br>Things that are past and things to come.<br>One Flesh was call'd, who had her eye<br>On worldly wealth and vanity;<br>The other Spirit, who did rear<br>Her thoughts unto a higher sphere.<br>Sister, quoth Flesh, what liv'st thou on,<br>Nothing but Meditation?<br>Doth Contemplation feed thee so<br>Regardlessly to let earth go?<br>Can Speculation satisfy<br>Notion without Reality?<br>Dost dream of things beyond the Moon<br>And dost thou hope to dwell there soon?<br>Hast treasures there laid up in store<br>That all in th' world thou count'st but poor?<br>Art fancy-sick or turn'd a Sot<br>To catch at shadows which are not?<br>Come, come. I'll show unto thy sense,<br>Industry hath its recompence.<br>What canst desire, but thou maist see<br>True substance in variety?<br>Dost honour like? Acquire the same,<br>As some to their immortal fame;<br>And trophies to thy name erect<br>Which wearing time shall ne'er deject.<br>For riches dost thou long full sore?<br>Behold enough of precious store.<br>Earth hath more silver, pearls, and gold<br>Than eyes can see or hands can hold.<br>Affects thou pleasure? Take thy fill.<br>Earth hath enough of what you will.<br>Then let not go what thou maist find<br>For things unknown only in mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Spirit: Be still thou unregenerate part,<br>Disturb no more my settled heart,<br>For I have vowed (and so will do)<br>Thee as a foe still to pursue,<br>And combat with thee will and must<br>Until I see thee laid in th' dust.<br>Sisters we are, yea, twins we be,<br>Yet deadly feud 'twixt thee and me,<br>For from one father are we not.<br>Thou by old Adam wast begot,<br>But my arise is from above,<br>Whence my dear Father I do love.<br>Thou speak'st me fair, but hat'st me sore.<br>Thy flatt'ring shows I'll trust no more.<br>How oft thy slave, hast thou me made,<br>When I believed what thou hast said<br>And never had more cause of woe<br>Than when I did what thou bad'st do.<br>I'll stop mine ears at these thy charms,<br>And count them for my deadly harms.<br>Thy sinful pleasures I do hate,<br>Thy riches are to me no bait.<br>Thine honors do, nor will I love,<br>For my ambition lies above.<br>My greatest honor it shall be<br>When I am victor over thee,<br>And triumph shall with laurel head,<br>When thou my captive shalt be led.<br>How I do live, thou need'st not scoff,<br>For I have meat thou know'st not of.<br>The hidden manna I do eat,<br>The word of life it is my meat.<br>My thoughts do yield me more content<br>Than can thy hours in pleasure spent.<br>Nor are they shadows which I catch,<br>Nor fancies vain at which I snatch,<br>But reach at things that are so high,<br>Beyond thy dull capacity:<br>Eternal substance I do see,<br>With which enriched I would be.<br>Mine eye doth pierce the heavens and see<br>What is invisible to thee.<br>My garments are not silk nor gold,<br>Nor such like trash which earth doth hold,<br>But royal robes I shall have on,<br>More glorious than the glist'ring sun;<br>My crown not diamonds, pearls, and gold,<br>But such as angels' heads enfold.<br>The city where I hope to dwell,<br>There's none on earth can parallel.<br>The stately walls both high and strong,<br>Are made of precious jasper stone,<br>The gates of pearl, both rich and clear,<br>And angels are for porters there;<br>The streets thereof transparent gold,<br>Such as no eye did e're behold;<br>A crystal river there doth run,<br>Which doth proceed from the Lamb's throne.<br>Of life, there are the waters sure,<br>Which shall remain forever pure,<br>Nor sun, nor moon, they have no need,<br>For glory doth from God proceed.<br>No candle there, nor yet torchlight,<br>For there shall be no darksome night.<br>From sickness and infirmity<br>For evermore they shall be free;<br>Nor withering age shall e'er come there,<br>But beauty shall be bright and clear.<br>This city pure is not for thee,<br>For things unclean there shall not be.<br>If I of heaven may have my fill,<br>Take thou the world and all that will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bradstreet">Anne Bradstreet</a><div class=q>
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