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THE MIRACLE by JOHN SUCKLING

First Line: IF THOU BE'ST ICE, I DO ADMIRE
Last Line: WHILST ITSELF DOTH HARDER TURN!
IF thou be'st ice, I do admire
How thou couldst set my heart on fire;
Or how thy fire could kindle me,
Thou being ice, and not melt thee;
But even my flames, lit at thy own,
Have hard'ned thee into a stone!
Wonder of love, that canst fulfil,
Inverting nature thus, thy will;
Making ice one another burn,
Whilst itself doth harder turn!



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