"Souls are not Spaniards too; one friendly flood Of baptism blends them all into a blood. Christ's faith makes but one body of all souls, And love's that body's soul; no law controls Our free traffic for heav'n; we may maintain Peace, sure, with piety, though it come from Spain. What soul soe'er, in any language, can Speak heav'n like hers is my soul's countryman. Oh, 'tis not Spanish, but 'tis heav'n she speaks! 'Tis heaven that lies in ambush there, and breaks From thence into the wond'ring reader's breast, Who feels his warm heart hatched into a nest Of little eagles and young loves, whose high Flights scorn the lazy dust and things that die."
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Apology for the Foregoing Hymn (the Hymn to the Name and Honor of the Admirable Saint Teresa)
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Richard Crashaw
Richard Crashaw (c. 1613 – 21 August 1649) English poet, styled "the divine," was part of the Seventeenth-century Metaphysical School of poets.
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