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John Donne (1572–1631).  The Poems of John Donne.  1896.
 
Divine Poems
1. La Corona
 
Deign at my hands this crown of prayer and praise,
Weaved in my lone 1 devout melancholy,
Thou which of good hast, yea, art treasury,
All changing unchanged Ancient of days.
But do not with a vile crown of frail bays        5
Reward my Muse’s white sincerity;
But what Thy thorny crown gain’d, that give me,
A crown of glory, which doth flower always.
The ends crown our works, but Thou crown’st our ends,
For at our ends 2 begins our endless rest.        10
The first last end, now zealously possess’d,
With a strong sober thirst my soul attends.
’Tis time that heart and voice be lifted high;
Salvation to all that will is nigh.
 
Note 1. l. 2. So 1635; 1633, low [back]
Note 2. l. 10. So 1635; 1633, our end [back]
 
 
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