Divine poems :: :: University of Virginia Library

What greater joy can bless my soule, thē this
That my beloved's mine, and I am his!
Our soules are knit; the world cannot untwine
The joyfull union of his heart, and mine;
In him, I live; in him, my soule's possest
With heavenly solace, and eternall rest:
Heaven onely knowes the blisse, my soule enjoyes;
Fond earth's too dull, to apprehend such ioyes.

2

Thou sweet perfection of my full delights,
Till that bright Day, devoted to the rites
Of our solemniz'd Nuptialls, shall come,
Come live with me, & make this heart thy Home:

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Disdaine me not: Although my face appeare
Deform'd and cloudie, yet my heart is cleare;
Wake haste: Let not the swift-foot Roe-bucke flee
The following Hounde so fast, as thou to me.

3

I thought my Love had taken up his rest,
Within the secret Cabin of my brest;
I thought the closed curtaines did immure
His gentle slumbers, but was too secure;
For (driven with love) to the false bed I stept
To view his slumbring beautie, as he slept,
But he was gone; yet plainely there was seene
The curious dint, where he had lately beene,

4

Impatient of his absence, thus bereaven
Of him, than whom, I had no other heaven,
I rav'd a while; not able to digest
So great a losse, to lose so faire a Guest:
I left no path untrac'd; no place nnsought;
No secret Cell unsearcht; no way unthought;
I ask'd the shade, but shadowes could not hide him;
I ask'd the World, but all the world deny'd him.

5

My jealous Love, distemp'red with distraction,
Made fierce with feare, unapt for satisfaction,
Aplyes fresh fuell, to my flaming fires,
With Eagles wings supplies my quicke desires

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Vp to the walls I trampled, where I spide
The City watch, to whom with teares I cryde,
Ah gentle Watchmen, you aloft descry
What's darke to us; did not my love passe by?

6

At lēgth, whē dul despaire had gain'd the groūnd
Of tyred hopes, my faith fell in a swound;
But He, whose sympathising heart did finde
The tyrant passion of my troubled minde,
Forthwith appear'd: What Angels tongue can let
The world conceive our pleasures, when we met?
And till the joyes of our espoused hearts
Be made cōpleat, the world ne're more shall part's.

The day of Judgement.

By sanctification.

In my soule.

By strict examination.

Amongst the wisest worldlings.

The Ministers of the word.

At the resurrection.