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. The Evening-Watch
2. The Timber
3. The Daughter of Herodias
4. The Revival
5. Joy of My Life While Left Me Here!

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