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The Elixir

     Teach me, my God and King,
     In all things thee to see,
And what I do in any thing,
     To do it as for thee:

     Not rudely, as a beast,
     To run into an action;
But still to make thee prepossessed,
     And give it his perfection.

     A man that looks on glass,
     On it may stay his eye;
Or if he pleaseth, through it pass,
     And then the heaven espy.

     All may of thee partake:
     Nothing can be so mean,
Which with his tincture (for thy sake)
     Will not grow bright and clean.

     A servant with this clause
     Makes drudgery divine:
Who sweeps a room, as for thy laws,
     Makes that and the action fine.

     This is the famous stone
     That turneth all to gold:
For that which God doth touch and own
     Cannot for less be told.

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