The Holy Ghost by John Donne
O Holy Ghost, whose temple IAm, but of mud walls and condensed dust,And being sacrilegiouslyHalf wasted with youth’s fires, of pride and lustMust with new storms be weather-beat;Double in my heart Thy
O Holy Ghost, whose temple IAm, but of mud walls and condensed dust,And being sacrilegiouslyHalf wasted with youth’s fires, of pride and lustMust with new storms be weather-beat;Double in my heart Thy
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