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[That Bliss to which I longing haste]

That Bliss to which I longing haste,
Those Joys I even faint to taste.
Say, ye bright Forms, who once were Men,
Would you assume your Flesh agen,
And leave your Beatifick Sight,
For all the World can call Delight?
O no! You'd all things here decline
But for a Glimpse of what's Divine;
And if one Glance so dear wou'd prove,
How much must full Fruition move?