Clasping Of Hands
Lord,
Thou art mine, and I am Thine, If mine I am: and Thine much more Then I or ought, or can be mine. Yet to be Thine, doth me restore; So that again I now am mine, And with advantage mine the more. Since this being mine, brings with it Thine, And Thou with me dost Thee restore. If I without Thee would be mine, I neither should be mine nor Thine. Lord,
I am Thine, and Thou art mine: So mine Thou art, that something more I may presume Thee mine, then Thine, For Thou didst suffer to restore Not Thee, but me, and to be mine: And with advantage mine the more, Since Thou in death wast none of Thine, Yet then as mine didst me restore. O be mine still! still make me Thine; Or rather make no Thine and Mine!
George Herbert
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