Tixall Poetry.
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To the Most Incomparable Lady,
Mrs Catherine Gage,
upon St Mary Magdalen's Not Finding Our Saviour in the Sepulchre.
From a sad death I come,
From a sad death I come,
To seek my surest life, to seek it in a tombe.
But alas! my sorrows have
Only here an empty grave:
Nought receaves my doubl'd moan,
But a hard and sensless stone.
From a sad death I come,
To seek my surest life, to seek it in a tombe.
But alas! my sorrows have
Only here an empty grave:
Nought receaves my doubl'd moan,
But a hard and sensless stone.
When at thy Crucifix,
We did our miseries mix,
O then why was not I allow'd with thee to die:
Free from grief and killing pain,
I had never sought in vain,
Sought my life where death I find,
In thy tombe, but not so kind.
We did our miseries mix,
O then why was not I allow'd with thee to die:
Free from grief and killing pain,
I had never sought in vain,
Sought my life where death I find,
In thy tombe, but not so kind.
