Henry Vaughan (Генри Воэн)

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VAIN wits and eyes
Leave, and be wise :
Abuse not, shun not holy fire,
But with true tears wash off your mire.
Tears and these flames will soon grow kind,
And mix an eye-salve for the blind.
Tears cleanse and supple without fail,
And fire will purge your callous veil,
Then comes the light ! which when you spy,
And see your nakedness thereby,
Praise Him, Who dealt His gifts so free
In tears to you, in fire to me. 

1. The Relapse
2. The True Christians
3. Joy of My Life While Left Me Here!
4. Upon The Priory Grove, His Usual Retirement
5. The Timber

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