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O let this cup passe

March 9, 2016

  Therefore my soul melts, and my hearts deare treasure
  Drops bloud (the only beads) my words to measure:
  O let this cup passe, if it be thy pleasure:
           Was ever grief like mine?

  These drops being temper’d with a sinners tears,
  A Balsome are for both the Hemispheres,
  Curing all wounds, but mine; all, but my fears.
           Was ever grief like mine?

"The Sacrifice"

The Temple
George Herbert, The Works of George Herbert (London: George Routledge & Co., 1854), 19.


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