 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
And viewing thence,
Wars massacres, mirrored ón Worlds living face.
Methought, What bóoteth it, thíther to revert;
And see, Sun, Moon again and Stars' glad light:
But see, in every household, bleeding hearts!
Is not this Peace, of spirits already passed;
Better than Lifes-day, as viewed in Merlin's glass!
Wars massacres, mirrored ón Worlds living face.
Methought, What bóoteth it, thíther to revert;
And see, Sun, Moon again and Stars' glad light:
But see, in every household, bleeding hearts!
Is not this Peace, of spirits already passed;
Better than Lifes-day, as viewed in Merlin's glass!
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |