J.M.J.
"To The Blessed Virgin Mary"
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O FRUITFUL garden,
and yet never till'd!
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Box full
of treasure, yet by no man fill'd!
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O thou
which hast made Him That first made thee!
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O near
of kin to all the Trinity!
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O
palace, where the King of all, and more,
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Went in
and out, yet never open'd door,
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Whose
flesh is purer than an other’s spirit,
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Reach
Him our prayers, and reach us down His merit!
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O Bread
of Life which swelld'st up without leaven!
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O bridge
which join'st together earth and heaven!
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Whose
eyes see me through these walls, and through glass,
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And
through this flesh as thorough cypress pass.
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Behold a
little heart made great by thee
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Swelling,
yet shrinking at thy majesty.
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O dwell
in it! for wheresoe'er thou go'st,
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There is
the temple of the Holy Ghost.
--John Donne (1572-1631), The Poems of John Donne (1896)
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