To Celinda, in Excuse for Looking on Her at Church

If, fix'd on yours, my eyes, in pray'r, you see,
You must not call my zeal idolatry!
For, since our maker's throne is plac'd so high,
That only, in his works, the god we spy:
And what's most bright, most gives him to our view,
I look most near him, when I look on you .
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