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Poem by Edmund Waller


Of the Last Verses in the Book


When we for age could neither read nor write,
The subject made us able to indite.
The soul, with nobler resolutions deckt,
The body stooping, does herself erect:
No mortal parts are requisite to raise
Her, that unbodied can her Maker praise.

The seas are quiet, when the winds give oer,
So calm are we, when passions are no more:
For then we know how vain it was to boast
Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost.
Clouds of affection from our younger eyes
Conceal that emptiness, which age descries.

The souls dark cottage, batterd and decayd,
Lets in new light through chinks that time has made;
Stronger by weakness, wiser men become
As they draw near to their eternal home:
Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view,
That stand upon the threshold of the new.



                      Edmund Waller


Edmund Waller's other poems:
  1. On the Friendship Betwixt Two Ladies
  2. Of My Lady Isabella Playing on the Lute
  3. To One Married to an Old Man
  4. To the King
  5. At Penshurst


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