Song 48. Thine Eyes (bright Saint) disclose
[I]
Thine Eyes (bright Saint) disclose
And thou shalt find,
Dreams have not with illusive showes,
Deceiv'd thy Mind,
What sleep presented to thy view,
Awake and thou shalt find it true
II
Those mortal Wounds I bear
From thee begin,
Which though they outward not appear,
Yet bleed within,
Loves flame like active lightening flyes,
Wounding the Heart, but not the Eyes.
III
But now I yeild to die
Thy sacrifice,
Nor more in vain will hope to flie
From thy bright Eyes;
Their killing Power cannot be shunn'd
Open or clos'd alike they wound.