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Thomas Traherne (Томас Трэхерн) An Hymn upon St. Bartholomew's Day What powerful Spirit lives within! What active Angel doth inhabit here! What heavenly light inspires my skin, Which doth so like a Deity appear! A living Temple of all ages, I Within me see A Temple of Eternity! All Kingdoms I descry In me. An inward Omnipresence here Mysteriously like His within me stands, Whose knowledge is a Sacred Sphere That in itself at once includes all lands. There is some Angel that within me can Both talk and move, And walk and fly and see and love, A man on earth, a man Above. Dull walls of clay my Spirit leaves, And in a foreign Kingdom doth appear, This great Apostle it receives, Admires His works and sees them, standing here, Within myself from East to West I move As if I were At once a Cherubim and Sphere, Or was at once above And here. The Soul’s a messenger whereby Within our inward Temple we may be Even like the very Deity In all the parts of His Eternity. O live within and leave unwieldy dross! Flesh is but clay! O fly my Soul and haste away To Jesus’ Throne or Cross! Obey! Thomas Traherne's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1269 |
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