Sir Thomas Seymour

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An untitled poem by Sir Thomas Seymour, written a week before his execution, was proposed to Delia for Poets in Prison.

Transcript

Forgetting God to love a king
Hath been my rod, or else nothing
Of care and strife till it be past.
Yet God did call me, in my pride,
Lest I should fail, and from him slide.
For whom he loves, he must correct,
That they may be of his elect.
Then death haste then, thou shall me gain
Immortally with God to reign -
Lord, send the king like years as Noye,
In governing this realm of joy;
And, after this frail life, such grace
That in thy bliss he may find place.