This Coat of Clay

by Robert Loveman
This coat of clay doth hinder me,
I should away, I would be free,
This fickle flesh doth hold me here,
Betwixt a rapture and a fear.

O, brave new battles to be won,
Beyond the summit of the sun!
I should away, I would be free,
This happy dust detaineth me.
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