XV.
[If in this flesh where thou in drencht dost lie]
1
If in this flesh where thou in drencht dost lie
Poore soule thou canst reare vp thy limed wings,
Carry my thoughts vp to the sacred skie
And wash them in those heauenly hallowed springs,
Where ioy and requeum The holy Angels sings
Whilst all heauens vault with blessed Ecchoes blessed Echoes rings.
2
Awaked with this harmony diuine,
O how my soule mounts vp her throned head,
And gines again with natiue glory shine,
Wash with repentance then thy dayes misled,
Then ioyes with requeum mayest thou with Angels sing,
Whilest all heauens vault with blessed Ecchoes ring.