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  Holiness on the head,         Light and perfections on the breast,Harmonious bells below, raising the dead         To lead them unto life and rest:                Thus are true Aarons drest.                 Profaneness in my head,         Defects and darkness in my breast,A noise of passions ringing me for dead         Unto a place where is no rest:                Poor priest,Continue reading “Aaron, by George Herbert”