Eliza's babes, or, The virgins-offering being divine poems and meditations / written by a lady, who onely desires to advance the glory of God and not her own.

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Eliza's babes, or, The virgins-offering being divine poems and meditations / written by a lady, who onely desires to advance the glory of God and not her own.
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Lady, who onely desires to advance the glory of God, and not her own.
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London :: Printed by M.S. for Laurence Blaiklock, and are to be sold at his shop ...,
1652.
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Meditations.
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"Eliza's babes, or, The virgins-offering being divine poems and meditations / written by a lady, who onely desires to advance the glory of God and not her own." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A39234.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 13, 2024.

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The worlds farewell.

NOw to the world I bid adieu, I'me hasting better things to view: To Heavens faire Palace shining bright, It may be I may fly to night, And 'mong bright Angels spend my time, To hear and see, but what's Divine: And with an Orient light be clad, And live like to the Angels glad; For what makes me so joyfull here, Cause in thy robes, I shall appear. Lye thou my body in theeath,

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Till thou shalt gain a better birth. From earth thou cam'st spotted with sin, And thither so return'st agen. When thou art purified then I Shall take thee and thou shalt not dye: And when the Trumpet thou dost hear, Thou in thy glory shalt appear. A King doth come to bring that lort, Which he himselfe for thee hath got, A Kingdom 'tis, of joy and glory, And now, I end my earthly story.
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