A SONG.
I.
STay thou seraphick Creature, stay,
My Soul is in her melting Strains,
So very fond to get away,
She puts me to a thousand Pains.
Poems upon several occasions by Benj. Hawkshaw ...
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- Poems upon several occasions by Benj. Hawkshaw ...
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- Hawkshaw, Benjamin, d. 1738.
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- London :: Printed by J. Heptinstall, for Henry Dickenson,
- 1693.
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"Poems upon several occasions by Benj. Hawkshaw ..." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A43104.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 7, 2024.
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II.
Trembling as Needles when they move,
And only in the North can rest,
So when she meets with thee, my Love,
She's fix'd and infinitely blest.
III.
Sweet Angel, tho' you can't create,
Yet you alone my Life can save;
Your Sight's as prevalent as Fate,
Then grant me that, 'tis all I crave.
IV.
My heavenly Bliss to antedate,
For no base earthly Love I plead;
For Souls have pow'r to penetrate,
And on diviner Substance feed.