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Sweet Infancy! O fire of heaven!
O sacred Light How fair and bright, How great am I, Whom all the world doth magnify! O Heavenly Joy! O great and sacred blessedness Which I possess! So great a joy Who did into my arms convey? From God above Being sent, the Heavens me enflame: To praise his Name The stars do move! The burning sun doth shew His love. O how divine Am I!
To all this sacred wealth, This life and health, Who raised?
Who mine Did make the same?
What hand divine?
Thomas Traherne
Thomas Traherne (1636 or 1637 – c. 27 September 1674) was an English poet, clergyman, theologian, and religious writer. The intense, scholarly s
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