A VISION OF POETS
O Sacred Essence, lighting me this hour,
How may I lightly stile thy great power?
Echo.Power.
Power! but of whence? under the greenwood spraye?
Or liv'st in Heaven? saye.
Echo.In Heavens aye.
In Heavens aye! tell, may I it obtayne
By alms, by fasting, prayer,—by paine?
Echo.By paine
Show me the paine, it shall be undergone.
I to mine end will still go on.
Echo.Go on.
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