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Poem by George Wither Change The voice which I did more esteem Than music in her sweetest key, Those eyes which unto me did seem More comfortable than the day, These now by me as they have been Shall never more be heard or seen, But what I once enjoyed in them Shall seem hereafter as a dream. All earthly comforts vanish thus, So little hold of them have we; That we from them, or they from us, May in a moment vanished be: Yet we are neither just nor wise, If present mercies we despise; Or mind not how there may be made A thankful use of what we had. George Wither George Wither's other poems:
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