Henry Charles Beeching, ed. (1859–1919). Lyra Sacra: A Book of Religious Verse. 1903.
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THE MERRY world did on a day | |
With his train-bands and mates agree | |
To meet together, where I lay, | |
And all in sport to jeer at me. | |
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First, Beauty crept into a rose, | 5 |
Which, when I pluck’d not, Sir, said she, | |
Tell me, I pray, whose hands are those? | |
But Thou shalt answer, Lord, for me. | |
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Then Money came, and chinking still, | |
What tune is this, poor man? said he: | 10 |
I heard in Music you had skill. | |
But Thou shalt answer, Lord, for me. | |
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Then came brave 1 Glory puffing by | |
In silks that whistled, who but he? | |
He scarce allow’d me half an eye. | 15 |
But Thou shalt answer, Lord, for me. | |
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Then came quick Wit and Conversation, | |
And he would needs a comfort be, | |
And, to be short, make an oration. | |
But Thou shalt answer, Lord, for me. | 20 |
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Yet when the hour of Thy design | |
To answer these fine things shall come; | |
Speak not at large, say, I am Thine: | |
And then they have their answer home. | |