I see the use: and know my blood Is not a sea, But a shallow, bounded flood Though red as he; Yet have I flows, as strong as his, And boiling streams that rave With the same curling force and hiss, As doth the mountained wave. 2 But when his waters billow thus, Dark storms and wind Incite them to that fierce discuss, Else not inclined, Thus the enlarged, enraged air Uncalms these to a flood, But still the weather that's most fair Breeds tempests in my blood; 3 Lord, then round me with weeping clouds, And let my mind In quick blasts sigh beneath those shrouds A spirit-wind, So shall that storm purge this @3Recluse@1 Which sinful ease made foul, And @3wind@1 and @3water@1 to thy use Both @3wash@1 and @3wing@1 my soul. |