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Aeternall spryght: which art in heaven the Love
with which God, and his sonne ech other kysse:
and who, to shewe who Goddes beloved ys,
the shape, and wynges, took'st of a loving dove:
When Chryste ascendyng sent the from above
in fyery tongues, thow cam'st downe vnto hys
that skyll in vtteryng heavenly mysteryes
by heate of zeale, both faith & love myght move:
True God of Love: from whom all true love sprynges,
bestowe vpon my Love, thy wynges & fyre
my sowle a spyrytt ys, and with thy wynges
May lyke an Anngell fly from earths desyre:
and with thy fyre a hart inflam'd may beare,
and in thy syght a Seraphin appeare.
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