Poem by John Donne

Holy Sonnet 8. If faithful souls be alike glorified

If faithful souls be alike glorified
As angels, then my father's soul doth see,
And adds this even to full felicity,
That valiantly I hell's wide mouth o'erstride.
But if our minds to these souls be descried
By circumstances, and by signs that be
Apparent in us not immediately,
How shall my mind's white truth by them be tried?
They see idolatrous lovers weep and mourn,
And stile blasphemous conjurers to call
On Jesu's name, and pharisaical
Dissemblers feign devotion. Then turn,
O pensive soul, to God, for He knows best
Thy grief, for He put it into my breast.

1. Holy Sonnet 13. What if this present were the world's last night?
2. Holy Sonnet 5. I am a little world made cunningly
3. Holy Sonnet 9. If poisonous minerals, and if that tree
4. Holy Sonnet 12. Why are we by all creatures waited on?
5. Holy Sonnet 18. Show me, dear Christ, thy spouse so bright and clear

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