The contemplation of God, and heaven, is a kind of burial,
and sepulchre, and rest of the soul; and in this death of rapture, and ecstacy,
in this death of the contemplation of my interest in my Saviour, I shall find
myself, and all my sins interred, and entombed in his wounds, and like a lily in
Paradise, out of red earth, I shall see my soul rise out of his blade, in a
candour, and in an innocence, contracted there, acceptable in the sight of his
Father.
John Donne
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