The second book of ayres, and dialogues | ||
On his hearing her Majesty sing.
[1]
I have beene in Heav'n, I thinke,for I heard an Angell sing,
Notes my thirsty ears did drinke,
never any earthly thing
sung so true, so sweet, so cleere,
I was then in Heav'n, not heere.
2
But the blessed feele no change,So I may mistake the place,
But mine eyes would think it strange
Should that be no Angels face;
Powr's above, it seems, designe
Me still Mortall, her Divine.
3
Till I tread the Milky way,And I lose my sences quite,
All I wish is that I may
Hear that voice, and see that sight,
Then in types and outward show,
I shall have a heav'n below.
The second book of ayres, and dialogues | ||