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The Elixir
Teach me, my God and King, In all things thee to see, And what I do in any thing, To do it as for thee:
Not rudely, as a beast, To run into an action; But still to make thee prepossessed, And give it his perfection.
A man that looks on glass, On it may stay his eye; Or if he pleaseth, through it pass, And then the heaven espy.
All may of thee partake: Nothing can be so mean, Which with his tincture (for thy sake) Will not grow bright and clean.
A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine: Who sweeps a room, as for thy laws, Makes that and the action fine.
This is the famous stone That turneth all to gold: For that which God doth touch and own Cannot for less be told.
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