Holy Sonnet 4 by John Donne - Read by Arthur L Wood

Holy Sonnet 4, by John Donne. O my black soul, now thou art summoned by sickness, death's herald and champion. Thou art like a pilgrim which abroad hath done treason and durst not turn to whence he is fled, or like a thief, which till death's doom be read, wisheth himself delivered from prison, but damned and hailed to execution, wisheth that still he might be imprisoned. Yet grace, if thou repent, thou canst not lack, but who shall give thee that grace to begin? O make thyself with holy morning black, and red with blushing, as thou art with sin, or wash thee in Christ's blood, which hath this might, that being red, it dyes red souls to white.