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1.Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore,
Never tired pilgrim’s limbs affected slumber more,
Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast.
O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to rest.
2.Ever blooming are the joys of heaven's high paradise,
Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes:
Glory there the sun outshines, whose beams the blessèd only see:
O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to thee.
Author: Thomas Campion
Campion, Thomas, born c. 1567, d. 1619, and buried at St. Dunstan's in the West, London, March 1, 1619. He was a physician, poet, and musician, but his reputation rests mainly on his poetical works. These include various Masques performed before James I. and other noble personages. Of these some rare copies are in the British Museum. His Observations in the Art of English Pœsie, &c, was published in 1602, and his New Way of Making four parts in Counter-point, &c, 1620. Of his poems, five are given by Palgrave in his Treasury of Sacred Song, 1889. His connection with hymnody is very slight, and nothing by him is now in common use.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology, New Supplement (1907)
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