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by Thomas Traherne

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          That! That! There I was told
     That I the son of God was made,
His image. O divine! And that fine gold,
     With all the joys that here do fade,
Are but a toy, compared to the bliss
Which heavenly, God-like, and eternal is.

          That we on earth are kings;
     And, tho we're cloth'd with mortal skin,
Are inward cherubins, have angels' wings;
     Affections, thoughts, and minds within,
Can soar through all the coasts of Heaven and earth;
And shall be sated with celestial mirth.

-- from Poetry for the Spirit: Poems of Universal Wisdom and Beauty, Edited by Alan Jacobs

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