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RISE, NOBLE SOUL by THOMAS TRAHERNE

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First Line: RISE, NOBLE SOUL, AND COME AWAY
Last Line: WE'LL FOLD AND MINGLE ALL THE WAY.
Subject(s): LOVE;
1

Rise, noble soul, and come away;
Let us no longer waste the day.
Come, let us haste to yonder hill,
Where pleasures fresh are growing still.
The way at first is rough and steep,
And something hard for to ascend;
But on the top do pleasures keep,
And ease and joys do still attend.

2

Come, let us go; and do not fear
The hardest way, while I am near.
My heart with thine shall mingl'd be;
Thy sorrows mine, my joys with thee.
And all our labours as we go
True love shall sweeten still,
And strew our way with flowers too,
Whilst we ascend the hill.

3

The hill of rest, where angels live:
Where Bliss her palace hath to give;
Where thousands shall thee welcome make,
And joy that thou their joys dost take.
O come, let's haste to this sweet place,
I pray thee quickly heal thy mind!
Sweet, let us go with joyful pace
And leave the baser world behind.

4

Come, let's unite; and we'll aspire
Like brighter flames of heavenly fire,
That with sweet incense do ascend,
Still purer to their journey's end.
Two rising flames in one we'll be,
And with each other twining play,
And how, 'twill be a joy to see,
We'll fold and mingle all the way.


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