The Recommendation

Richard Crashaw

These houres, and that which hovers ore my End,
Into thy hands, and hart, lord, I commend.

Take Both to Thine Account, that I and mine
In that Hour, and in these, may be all thine.

That as I dedicate my devoutest Breath
To make a kind of Life for my lords Death,

So from his living, and life-giving Death,
My dying Life may draw a new, and never fleeting Breath. 

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• Richard Crashaw : Upon The Book And Picture Of The Seraphical Saint Teresa
• Richard Crashaw : Verses From The Shepherds' Hymn
• Richard Crashaw : Wishes To His ( Supposed ) Mistress
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• Richard Crashaw : The Flaming Heart
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• Richard Crashaw : Out Of Catallus
• Richard Crashaw : On Mr. G. Herbert's Book, Entitled The Temple Of Sacred Poe
• Richard Crashaw : On Mr. G. Herbert's Book
• Richard Crashaw : On Marriage
• Richard Crashaw : In The Holy Nativity Of Our Lord God: A Hymn Sung As By Shepherds
• Richard Crashaw : In The Holy Nativity Of Our Lord
• Richard Crashaw : Divine Epigrams: To Our Lord, Upon The Water Made Wine