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Nicholson & Lee, eds.  The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917.
  
40. The Dwelling-place
By Henry Vaughan  (1621–1695)
  
WHAT happy, secret fountain,
Fair shade, or mountain,
Whose undiscover’d virgin glory
Boasts it this day, though not in story,
Was then thy dwelling? did some cloud        5
Fix’d to a Tent, descend and shrowd
My distrest Lord? or did a star,
Becken’d by thee, though high and far,
In sparkling smiles haste gladly down
To lodge light, and increase her own?       10
My dear, dear God! I do not know
What lodgd thee then, nor where, nor how;
But I am sure, thou dost now come
Oft to a narrow, homely room,
Where thou too hast but the least part,       15
My God, I mean my sinful heart.

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