1

Men may delighted be with Springs,

While Trees and Herbs their Senses pleas,

And taste even living Nectar in the Seas:

May think their Members things

Of Earthly Worth at least, if not Divine,

And Sing becaus the Earth for them doth Shine.

2

But can the Angels take Delight,

To see such Faces here beneath?

Or can Perfumes indeed from Dunghils breath?

Or is the World a Sight

Worthy of them? Then may we Mortals be

Surrounded with Eternal Claritie.

3

Even Holy Angels may com down

To walk on Earth, and see Delights,

That feed and pleas, even here, their Appetites.

Our Joys may make a Crown

For them. And in his Tabernacle Men may be

Like Palmes we mingled with the Cherubs see.

4

Mens Sences are indeed the Gems,

Their Praises the most Sweet Perfumes,

Their Eys the Thrones, their Hearts the Heavnly Rooms,

Their Souls the Diadems,

Their Tongues the Organs which they lov to hear,

Their Cheeks and faces like to theirs appear.

5

The Wonders which our God hath done,

The Glories of his Attributes,

Like dangling Apples or like Golden Fruits,

Angelick Joys become.

His Wisdom Shines, on Earth; his Lov doth flow,

Like Myrrh or Incense, even here below.

6

And shall not we such Joys possess,

Which God for Man did chiefly make?

The Angels hav them only for our sake!

And yet they all confess

His Glory here on Earth to be Divine,

And that his GODHEAD in his Works doth Shine.