text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id "Condemn'd in this dark Prison must I here,
Watch till the Trumpet strike mine Ear?
Must I ne'er know thy Goodness and thy Love,
Because I did transgress thy Will above?
Must Clouds and Vapours still obscure my Mind?
Must I to this dark Sphere be thus confin'd?
No, no, I will launch out, and wing away,
Unto the Regions of a brighter Day.
Some Glances of a State that's past I find,
Take up the Corners of my thoughtful Mind,
As cover'd Embers when they're blown, create
A Flame, and represent my former State.

The Flashings of such Joy do strike so strong
My Temples, that I can't endure it long,
I must dissolve and in these Thoughts expire,
And like the Prophet's Coach ascend in Fire.
(pp. 19-20, ll. 1-16)",2013-07-24 15:14:42 UTC,"""Some Glances of a State that's past I find, / Take up the Corners of my thoughtful Mind, / As cover'd Embers when they're blown, create / A Flame, and represent my former State.""",2013-07-24 15:14:42 UTC,"","",,Rooms,"","Searching ""mind"" in C-H Lion",21992,7559