Excerpt from “The Præexistency of the Soul” by Henry More

101
Like to a light fast-lock’d in lanthorn dark,
Whereby, by night our wary steps we guide
In slabby streets, and dirty channels mark,
Some weaker rayes through the black top do glide,
And flusher streams perhaps from horny side.
But when we’ve past the perill of the way
Arriv’d at home, and laid that case aside,
The naked light how clearly doth it ray
And spread its joyfull beams as bright as Summers day.

102
Even so the soul in this contracted state
Confin’d to these strait instruments of sense
More dull and narrowly doth operate.
At this hole hears, the sight must ray from thence,
Here tasts, there smels; But when she’s gone from hence,
Like naked lamp she is one shining sphear.
And round about has perfect cognoscence
Whatere in her Horizon doth appear:
She is one Orb of sense, all eye, all airy ear.

From: More, Henry and Grosart, Alexander (ed.), The Complete Poems of Dr. Henry More (1614-1687). For the first time collected and edited: With Memorial-Introduction, Notes and Ilustrations, Glossarial Index and Portrait, etc., 1878, Edinburgh University Press: Edinburgh, p. 128.
(https://archive.org/stream/completepoemsofd00morerich#page/n183/mode/2up)

Date: 1647

By: Henry More (1614-1687)

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