<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529257" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>O come quickly!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NEVER weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore, <br>Never tired pilgrim's limbs affected slumber more, <br>Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast: <br>O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to rest! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ever blooming are the joys of heaven's high Paradise, <br>Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes: <br>Glory there the sun outshines; whose beams the Blessed only see: <br>O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to Thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Campion">Thomas Campion</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529257" data-title="O come quickly! de Thomas Campion" data-description="NEVER weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore, Never tired pilgrim's limbs affected slumber more, Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast: O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to rest! Ever blooming..."></div> </div> </div>

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