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Salute the last and everlasting day, / Joy at th' uprising of this Sun, and Son, / Ye whose true tears, or tribulation / Have purely wash'd, or burnt your drossy clay. / Behold, the Highest, parting hence away, / Lightens the dark clouds, which He treads upon; / Nor doth He by ascending show alone, / But first He, and He first enters the way. / O strong Ram, which hast batter'd heaven for me! / Mild Lamb which with Thy Blood hast mark'd the path! / Bright Torch, which shinest, that I the way may see! / O, with Thy own Blood quench Thy own just wrath; / And if Thy Holy Spirit my Muse did raise, / Deign at my hands this crown of prayer and praise.