by George Herbert

Immortal Heat, O let thy greater flame
     Attract the lesser to it: let those fires,
     Which shall consume the world, first make it tame;
And kindle in our hearts such true desires,
As may consume our lusts, and make thee way.
     Then shall our hearts pant thee; then shall our brain
     All her invention on thine Altar lay,
And there in hymns send back thy fire again:
Our eyes shall see thee, which before saw dust;
     Dust blown by wit, till that they both were blind:
     Thou shalt recover all thy goods in kind,
Who wert disseized by usurping lust:
     All knees shall bow to thee; all wits shall rise,
     And praise him who did make and mend our eyes.

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