From A Litany:
Father of heaven, and him, by whom
It, and us for it, and all else, for us
Thou mad’st, and govern’st ever, come
And re-create me, now grown ruinous:
My heart is by dejection, clay,
And by self-murder, red.
From this red earth, O Father, purge away
All vicious tinctures, that new fashioned
I may rise up from death, before I am dead.
Selections take from: John Donne: A Critical Edition of the Major Works, edited by John Carey; Oxford: OUP, 1990