The Retreate

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Robert Newton - Pop

The Retreate

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Happy those early days! when I Shined in my angel infancy Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white, celestial thought; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love And looking back, at that short space Could see a glimpse of His bright face; When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity; Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound Or had the black art to dispеnse A several sin to еvery sense But felt through all this fleshly dress Bright shoots of everlastingness O, how I long to travel back And tread again that ancient track! That I might once more reach that plain Where first I left my glorious train From whence th' enlightened spirit sees That shady city of palm trees But, ah! my soul with too much stay Is drunk, and staggers in the way Some men a forward motion love; But I by backward steps would move And when this dust falls to the urn In that state I came, return

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  • Henry Vaughan