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His Ejaculation To God

by Robert Herrick, 1647

My God! look on me with Thine eye
Of pity, not of scrutiny;
For if Thou dost, Thou then shalt see
Nothing but loathsome sores in me.
O then, for mercy’s sake, behold
These my eruptions manifold,
And heal me with Thy look or touch;
But if Thou wilt not deign so much,
Because I’m odious in Thy sight,
Speak but the word, and cure me quite.

Published in Noble Numbers

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