By John Donne
Salvation to all that will is nigh,
That All, which always is All
everywhere,
Which cannot
sin, and yet all sins must bear,
Which cannot
die, yet cannot choose but die,
Loe, faithful
Virgin, yields himself to lie
In
prison, in thy
womb; and though he there
Can take no sin, nor thou
give, yet he'will wear
Taken from thence,
flesh, which death's force may try
Ere by the
spheres time was
created, thou
Wast in his mind, who is thy
Son, and
Brother,
Whom thou conceiv'st, conceiv'd; yea thou
art now
Thy maker's
maker, and thy
Father's
mother,
Thou hast
light in dark; and shutst in little room,
Immensity cloistered in thy dear womb.
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