O Come Quickly! Comments
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!
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A deeply moving entreaty from someone feeling at the end. Unfortunately I don't know anything about the original context of the poem written by someone more well known for romantic madrigals
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7/29/2025 2:11:16 PM # 1.0.0
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