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Sonnet LXVI
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Op. 26, no. 6
Sanctification
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
Since I have borne the brunt of many shocks
That laid me flat, a blank gaze to the sky
And naught of sleep my supine form unlocks.
In times as these, when all seems in defeat,
And suffering hangs like a noxious cloud,
The urge is great to quit this life and cheat
In seeking satisfaction disallowed.
For surely must the cheapest joy be sweeter
Than even just the slightest bitter taste.
Alas, to be a fleshly-minded eater
Would lead to death not freedom but a waste.
Look far ahead, the harvest bids you sleep
Despite the rain that falls in torrents deep.
Sanctification
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
Since I have borne the brunt of many shocks
That laid me flat, a blank gaze to the sky
And naught of sleep my supine form unlocks.
In times as these, when all seems in defeat,
And suffering hangs like a noxious cloud,
The urge is great to quit this life and cheat
In seeking satisfaction disallowed.
For surely must the cheapest joy be sweeter
Than even just the slightest bitter taste.
Alas, to be a fleshly-minded eater
Would lead to death not freedom but a waste.
Look far ahead, the harvest bids you sleep
Despite the rain that falls in torrents deep.
Next in the "Inner Man" sonnet series. Based off Shakespeare's 66th sonnet, "Tired with all these, for restful death I cry", as well as Hebrews 12:11.
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