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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345253" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Contemplation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Indulg'd by ev'ry active thought<br>When upwards they wou'd fly<br>Nor can Ambition be a fault<br>If plac'd above the sky <br>When humbld first we meekly crave<br>Remission for the past<br>We from the fore-tasts which we have<br>May guesse our Joys at last </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then let my Contemplation soar<br>And Heav'n my Subject be<br>Though low on Earth in nature poor<br>Some prospect we may see </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now that scene before me stands<br>And large Possessions there<br>Where none usurps anothers Lands {1}<br>And Theives we do not fear </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All Care all Sorrow all Surprise<br>Fly from that World of peace<br>Where tears are wip'd from clouded Eyes<br>And Sighs for ever cease </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Decay or Sicknesse find no place<br>In that untainted Air<br>But still th'incorruptable Face {2}<br>Shall as at first be fair </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Agility in pace or flight<br>The Blessed shall convey<br>Where e're the Lamb more fair then light {3}<br>Shall lead the radiant way </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whilst Praises in Seraphick Sounds {4}<br>The blisful road shall trace<br>And musick seem to passe the bounds<br>Even of unbounded Space </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such balmy Odours shall disperse<br>As from the Bridegroom's pores {5}<br>The holy Canticles rehearse {6}<br>Fell on the Bolts and Doors </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When to his Spouse the well belov'd<br>More white then Jordans Flocks {7}<br>Spake whilest her hand the Barrs remov'd<br>And dew-drops fill'd his locks </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Crosse shall there triumphant rise<br>And ev'ry Eye shall scan<br>That promis'd Ensign in the skies<br>Close by the Son of Man </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With Christ there Charles's Crown shall meet {8}<br>Which Martirdom adorns<br>And prostrate lye beneath his feet<br>My Coronet of Thorns </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Lord to whom my life is joyn'd<br>For Conscience here opprest<br>Shall there full retribution find<br>And none his Claimes molest </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hypocrisy and feign'd pretence<br>To cover foul Dissigns<br>Shall blusshing fly as far from thence<br>As to the deepest Mines </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We there shall know the use of Foes<br>Whom here we have forgiven<br>When we shall thank them for those woes<br>Which pav'd our way to Heaven </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There all good things that we have mist<br>With Int'rest shall return<br>Whilst those who have each wish possest<br>Shall for that fullnesse mourn </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There Coventry of Tufton's Line {9}<br>For piety renown'd<br>Shall in transcending virtues Shine<br>And Equally be Crown'd </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Around her shall the Chains be spread<br>Of Captives she has freed<br>And ev'ry Mouth that she has fed<br>Shall testify the deed </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whilst Scools supplied to mend our youth<br>Shall on the List be shown<br>A Daughter and a Mother both<br>In Her the Church shall own </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Gospell crosse the seas rehearst<br>By her diffusive aid<br>And fifty-thousand pounds dispers'd<br>Shall there be largely paid </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Heart by her supporting Love<br>In all its Cares upheld<br>For that, to see her Crown improve<br>With transports shall be fill'd </div><div style="margin:10px 0">From Gratitude what graces flow<br>What endlesse pleasures spring<br>From Prayers whilst we remain below<br>Above whilst Praise we Sing </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Mammon wert thou well employ'd {10}<br>What Mansions might be wonne<br>Whilst Woolsey's Pallace lyes destroy'd {11}<br>And Marlbrough's is not done. {12} </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whilst to this Heav'n my Soul Aspires<br>All Suff'rings here are light<br>He travells pleas'd who but desires<br>A Sweet Repose at Night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Kingsmill+Finch">Anne Kingsmill Finch</a><div class=q>
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When upwards they wou'd fly
Nor can Ambition be a fault
If plac'd above the sky 
When humbld first we meekly crave
Remission for the past
We from the fore-tasts which we have
May guesse our Joys at last 

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