James Graham Poems

My dear and only Love, I pray
This noble world of thee
Be govern'd by no other sway
But purest monarchy;
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MY dear and only Love, I pray
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Let them bestow on ev'ry airth a limb;
Open all my veins, that I may swim
To Thee, my Saviour, in that crimson lake;
Then place my parboil'd head upon a stake,
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Let them bestow on every airth a limb,
Then open all my veins, that I may swim
To thee, my Maker, in that crimson lake,
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Great, good, and just! could I but rate
My griefs to thy too rigid fate,
I'd weep the world to such a strain,
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Let them bestow on every airth a limb,
Then open all my veins, that I may swim
To thee, my Maker, in that crimson lake,
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As Macedo his Homer, I'll thee still,
Lucan, esteem as my most precious gem;
And, though my fortune second not my will,
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