And, though after my Skin, Worms destroy this Body, yet in my Flesh shall I see God, Job 19. 26. Elizabeth Rowe (née Singer) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. R7317 A57734 Rowe, Elizabeth Singer, 1674-1737. Poems on several occasions. Written by Philomela. London Printed for John Dunton at the Raven in Jewen-street 1696 pp. 15-16. [24],72,69,[11]p.; 8⁰

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And , though after my Skin , Worms destroy this Body , yet in my Flesh shall I see God , Job 19. 26. WHat tho my Soul rent from the close imbrace Of this material consort , take its flight , ( Exil'd the Confines of her Native place ) And leave these eyes clos'd in a Dismal Night : She shall agen resume the dear abode , And , cloath'd in Flesh , I shall behold my God . II . Tho in the Gloomy Regions of the Grave , Forgotten , and insensible I lye ; That tedious night shall a bright morning have , The welcome dawnings of Eternity . My Soul shall then resume her old abode , And cloath'd in flesh , I shall behold my God . III . Altho resolv'd unto my Native dust , Its proper part , each Element refine ; Yet at my awfull Makers breath they must The Individual Particles resign : And then my Soul shall take her old abode , And cloath'd in Flesh , I shall behold my God .