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Gloria Cœli. 4.

VVhen I behold, and well advise upon
The Wisemans speech, There's nought beneath the Sun,
But vanity, my soule rebels within,
And lothes the dunghill prison she is in:
But when I looke to new Ierusalem,
Wherein's reserv'd my Crown, my Diadem,
O what a Heaven of blisse my Soule enjoyes,
On sudden rapt into that heaven of Ioyes!
Where ravisht (in the depth of meditation)
She well discernes, with eye of contemplation,
The glory' of God, in his Imperiall Seat,
Full strong in Might, in Majesty compleat,
Where troops of Powers, Vertues, Cherubims,
Angels, Archangels, Saints, and Seraphims,
Are chaunting prayses to their heavenly King,
Where Hallelujah they for ever sing.