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I did not live until this time
Crown’d my felicity,
When I could say without a crime,
I am not thine, but Thee.
This Carcass breath’d, and walkt, and slept, [5]
So that the World believ’d
There was a Soul the Motions kept;
But they were all deceiv’d.
For as a Watch by art is wound
To motion, such was mine: [10]
But never had Orinda found
A Soul till she found thine;
Which now inspires, cures and supplies,
And guides my darkned Breast:
For thou art all that I can prize, [15]
My Joy, my Life, my Rest.
No Bridegrooms nor Crown-conquerors mirth
To mine compar’d can be:
They have but pieces of this Earth,
I’ve all the World in thee. [20]
Then let our Flames still light and shine,
And no false fear controul,
As innocent as our Design,
Immortal as our Soul.
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