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First Line: My dear almighty lord! Why dost thou weep
Last Line: Shall send me (swan-like) singing home.
Alternate Author Name(s): Silurist


My dear, Almighty Lord! why dost thou weep?
Why dost thou groan and groan again,
And with such deep,
Repeated sighs thy kind heart pain,
Since the same sacred breath which thus
Doth mourn for us,
Can make man's dead and scattered bones
Unite, and raise up all that died, at once?

O holy groans! groans of the Dove!
O healing tears! the tears of love!
Dew of the dead! which makes dust move
And spring, how is't that you so sadly grieve,
Who can relieve?

Should not thy sighs refrain thy store
Of tears, and not provoke to more?
Since two afflictions may not reign
In one at one time, as some feign.
Those blasts, which o'er our heads here stray,
If showers then fall, will showers allay,
As those poor pilgrims oft have tried,
Who in this windy world abide.
Dear Lord! thou art all grief and love,
But which thou art most, none can prove.
Thou griev'st, man should himself undo,
And lov'st him, though he works thy woe.

'Twas not that vast, almighty measure
Which is required to make up life,
(Though purchased with thy heart's dear treasure)
Did breed this strife
Of grief and pity in thy breast,
The throne where peace and power rest:
But 'twas thy love that (without leave)
Made thine eyes melt, and thy heart heave;
For though death cannot so undo
What thou hast done (but though man too
Should help to spoil) thou canst restore
All better far than 'twas before;
Yet, thou so full of pity art
(Pity which overflows thy heart!)
That, though the cure of all man's harm
Is nothing to thy glorious arm,
Yet canst not thou that free cure do,
But thou must sorrow for him too.

Then farewell joys! for while I live,
My business here shall be to grieve:
A grief that shall outshine all joys
For mirth and life, yet without noise.
A grief, whose silent dew shall breed
Lilies and myrrh, where the cursed seed
Did sometimes rule. A grief so bright
'Twill make the land of darkness light;
And while too many sadly roam,
Shall send me (swan-like) singing home.





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