Still haunted by the self I fly?
Sackcloth is a girdle good:
O bind it round thee still!
Fasting, it is Angels’ food,
And JESUS loved the night-air chill.
Yet think not prayer and fast were given
To make one step ’twixt earth and Heaven.[142]
The following fragmentary lines are appended to the poem as given in the Remains, though they do not, of course, appear in Lyra Apostolica:
‘As well might sun and rain contending