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THE COMPLAINT, by                    
First Line: Mighty love, oh how dost thou
Last Line: Make an holocaust of me!
Subject(s): Worship; Death; Dead, The


MIGHTY Love, oh how dost Thou
By not fighting, overthrow;
Come, whilst Thou away art flying;
Grant Petitions, by Denying;
Burn Us, whilst Thou letst Us freize
In our dull Aridities;
Wound, yet never shoot a dart
At the wounded bleeding Hart!
For thy Wound I reigning finde
In my sauciated Minde,
Which is pierced deep by Thee
'Cause Thou hast not pierced Me.
'Cause my stony Hart I feel
By thy Powers unwounded still.
Woe is me whoe thus must by
Want of Wounds, allwounded dy!
Dy I must, yf thus I live;
Life to Me no Life can give;
Wounds & Death bought Life for Me,
Wounds & Death my life must be:
Wounds of present Love; not such
As pierce deep, but never touch
Death which liveth in Loves Darts,
Into Life to murder Harts;
Wounds, & Death, which never from
Absence's cold spring did come.
Gentle Love, oh neerer still,
Neerer yet, that I may feel
What thou art, by feeling Thee;
Not by Contrarietie.
Sure ten thousand Worlds could not
Hire me from thy love: yet what
Is this Glowing, but Desire?
Which falls short of generous Fire:
Thy dear Fire, which might to Thee
Make an Holocaust of Me!





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