Henry Vaughan (Генри Воэн)

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VAIN wits and eyes
Leave, and be wise :
Abuse not, shun not holy fire,
But with true tears wash off your mire.
Tears and these flames will soon grow kind,
And mix an eye-salve for the blind.
Tears cleanse and supple without fail,
And fire will purge your callous veil,
Then comes the light ! which when you spy,
And see your nakedness thereby,
Praise Him, Who dealt His gifts so free
In tears to you, in fire to me. 

1. Cock-Crowing
2. Corruption
3. Thou That Know'st For Whom I Mourn
4. I Walk'd the Other Day
5. Silence and Stealth of Days!

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