Come away,
Make no delay.
Summon all the dust to rise,
Till it stirre, and rubbe the eyes;
While this member jogs the other,
Each one whispering, Live you, brother?
Come away,
Make this the day.
Dust, alas, no musick feels
But thy trumpet: then it kneels,
As peculiar notes and strains
Cure Tarantulaes raging pains.
Come away,
O make no stay!
Let the graves make their confession,
Lest at length they plead possession:
Fleshes stubbornnesse may have
Read that lesson to the grave.
Come away,
Thy flock doth stray,
Some to the windes their bodie lend,
And in them may drown a friend:
Some in noisome vapours grow
To a plague and publick wo.
Come away,
Help our decay.
Man is out of order hurl’d,
Parcel’d out to all the world.
Lord, thy broken consort raise,
And the musick shall be praise.
(George Herbert)
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