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TO GOD, ON HIS SICKNESS by ROBERT HERRICK

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First Line: WHAT THOUGH MY HARP, AND VIOL BE
Last Line: TO SPRING; THOUGH NOW A WITHER'D FLOWER.
Subject(s): GOD;
What though my Harp, and Violl be
Both hung upon the Willow-tree?
What though my bed be now my grave,
And for my house I darknesse have?
What though my healthfull dayes are fled,
And I lie numbred with the dead?
Yet I have hope, by Thy great power,
To spring; though now a wither'd flower.



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