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2 The one was Clothd in flames of fire The other Clothd in iron wire The other Clothd in tears & sighs Dazling bright before my Eyes They bore a Net of Golden twine To hang upon the Branches fine Pitying I wept to see the woe That Love & Beauty undergo To be consumd in burning Fires And in ungratified Desires And in tears clothd Night & Day Melted all my Soul away When they saw my Tears a Smile That did Heaven itself beguile Bore the Golden Net aloft As on downy Pinions soft Over the Morning of my Day Underneath the Net I stray Now intreating Burning Fire Now intreating Iron Wire Now intreating Tears & Sighs O when will the morning rise