The Works in Verse and Prose (including hitherto unpublished Mss.) of Sir John Davies: for the first time collected and edited: With memorial-introductions and notes: By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart. In three volumes |
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HYMNE XIII. Of her Minde.
Earth, now adiew, my rauisht thought
Lifted to Hea'u sets thee at nought;
Infinite is my longing,
Secrets of angels to be taught,
And things to Heau'n belonging.
Lifted to Hea'u sets thee at nought;
Infinite is my longing,
Secrets of angels to be taught,
And things to Heau'n belonging.
Brought downe from heau'n of angels kind,
Euen now doe I admire her mind:
This is my contemplation,
Her cleare sweet spirit, which is refin'd
Aboue humane creation.
Euen now doe I admire her mind:
This is my contemplation,
Her cleare sweet spirit, which is refin'd
Aboue humane creation.
Rich sun-beame of th'Æternall light,
Excellent Soule, how shall I wright;
Good angels make me able;
I cannot see but by your eye,
Nor, but by your tongue, signifie
A thing so admirable.
Excellent Soule, how shall I wright;
Good angels make me able;
I cannot see but by your eye,
Nor, but by your tongue, signifie
A thing so admirable.
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