Versos English Thomas Traherne Ii

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A serious meditation did employ My soul within, which taken up with joy Did seem no outward thing to note, but fly All objects that do feed the eye,

While it those very objects did Admire and prize and praise and love, Which in their glory most are hid, Which presence only doth remove.

Their constant daily presence I Rejoicing at, did see, And that which takes them from the eye Of others offered them to me.