Text: | The farewel |
1 Dead be my heart to all below,
To mortal joys and mortal cares;
To sensual bliss that charms us so,
Be dark mine eyes, and deaf my ears.
2 Lord, I renounce my carnal taste
Of the fair fruit that sinners prize;
Their paradise shall never waste
One thought of mine, but to despise.
3 All earthly joy are over weigh'd
With mountains of vexatious care:
And where's the sweet that is not laid
A bait to some destructive snare?
4 Come heav'n, and fill my vast desires,
My soul pursues the sov'reign good:
She was all made of heav'nly fires,
Nor can she live on meaner food.
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First Line: | Dead be my heart to all below |
Title: | The farewel |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1799 |
Topic: | Farewell: To sin and the world |
Notes: | Public Domain. |