CCL. The farewel

1 Dead be my heart to all below,
To mortal joys and mortal cares;
To sensual bliss that charms us so,
Be dark mine eyes, and deaf my ears.

2 Lord, I renounce my carnal taste
Of the fair fruit that sinners prize;
Their paradise shall never waste
One thought of mine, but to despise.

3 All earthly joy are over weigh'd
With mountains of vexatious care:
And where's the sweet that is not laid
A bait to some destructive snare?

4 Come heav'n, and fill my vast desires,
My soul pursues the sov'reign good:
She was all made of heav'nly fires,
Nor can she live on meaner food.

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First Line: Dead be my heart to all below
Title: The farewel
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1799
Topic: Farewell: To sin and the world
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