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Come, sad Captives, leave your moanes, And your groanes 20 Under Syons ruines bury; Tune your harps, and sing us layes In the praise Of your God, and let's be merry.
The Poems of John Donne, Volume 1 (of 2): Edited from the Old Editions and Numerous Manuscripts
Come, sad Captives, leave your moanes, And your groanes 20 Under Syons ruines bury; Tune your harps, and sing us layes In the praise Of your God, and let's be merry.