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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London :: Printed by M.S. for Laurence Blaiklock, and are to be sold at his shop neer the Middle-Temple Gate,
1652.
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Meditations -- Early works to 1800.
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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/A84367.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 10, 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 IShall 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 lott,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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