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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO CHRIST, by ROBERT HERRICK Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: I crawle, I creep; my christ, I come
Last Line: To wast, my jesu, I'le take all.
Subject(s): Jesus Christ
First Line: I crawle, I creep; my christ, I come
Last Line: To wast, my jesu, I'le take all.
Subject(s): Jesus Christ
I crawle, I creep; my Christ, I come
To Thee, for curing Balsamum:
Thou hast, nay more, Thou art the Tree,
Affording salve of Soveraigntie.
My mouth I'le lay unto Thy wound
Bleeding, that no Blood touch the ground:
For, rather then one drop shall fall
To wast, my JESU, I'le take all.
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