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this Spirit * flight’ring
Come sweet * Id eft :
Lord Jesus , rë
ceive this Spirit * flight’ring
Puttering : within my Breaft ,
like a Bird to be out of 8 Snare.
When will I hear him fay ,
Arif my Love , may fair one ,
and come away ,
the Winter is paft ,
the Rain ...
ex OCR misread of Id est fluttering in preview snippet — here rearranged but otherwise as encountered — for
Memoirs of the life of the Reverend, Learned and Pious Mr. Thomas Halyburton, Professor of Divinity in the University of St. Andrews. In Four Parts. Whereof Three were drawn up by Himself, the Fourth collected by his friends from his private papers, and his dying Lips.
The third edition, with a large recommendatory epistle by I. Watts... (Edinburgh, 1733) : 206 : link (google books)
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Thomas Halyburton (1674-1712), Scottish divine
wikipedia : link
aside —
this instance encountered earlier in these putterings, deployed only now nigh two years later.