  Earth, sea, and skies, For me are in thine eyes, Yea, thou for me Holdest within thyself eternity. As the dew’s sphere Encloses all the clear Fires hung in the night, The thin moon and the shaken seas delight. And there the rose Where seraphs throne them, glows Quiring God’s name, With music that is sound of joy made flame. God’s very grace Is perfect in thy face, Mirrored such wise That I mine own soul there imparadise. |
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