To Death

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Title:     To Death
Author: (Poet) Robert Herrick [More Titles by Herrick]

Thou bidst me come away,
And I'll no longer stay,
Than for to shed some tears
For faults of former years;
And to repent some crimes
Done in the present times;
And next, to take a bit
Of bread, and wine with it;
To don my robes of love,
Fit for the place above;
To gird my loins about
With charity throughout;
And so to travel hence
With feet of innocence;
These done, I'll only cry,
'God, mercy!' and so die.

[The end]
(Poet) Robert Herrick's poem: To Death

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