Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
Lord of My GloryXIII. Anonymous
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Heare a sad story,
Pity a man who peace, more deare than life,
Quits with himself, and thee to be at strife;
Pity a wretch who thee, the only good,
Leaves, in vile puddles to seeke health and food.
Ah! pity him who still is crying
To thee for life, and still is dying.
Heare a sad story,
Pity a minde who was made to live in light,
But clouded is with lies, false, blacke as night;
Pity a will where thy faire forme should dwell,
But pester’d is with characters of hell.
Ah! dearest Lord, turne my sad story
Into loud songs and hymnes of glory.