By
John Donne.
Father of
Heaven, and him, by whom
It, and us for it, and all else, for us
Thou madest, and
govern'st ever, come
And re-create mee, now growne
ruinous:
My heart is by
dejection,
clay
And by self-murder, red.
From this red earth,
O Father, purge away
All vicious
tinctures, that new fashioned
I may rise up from
death, before I'm dead.