Thoughts are the Wings on which the Soul doth flie,

The Messengers which soar abov the Skie,

Elijahs firey Charet, that conveys

The Soul, even here, to those Eternal Joys.

Thoughts are the privileged Posts that Soar

Unto his Throne, and there appear before

Our selvs approach. These may at any time

Abov the Clouds, abov the Stars may clime.

The Soul is present by a Thought; and sees

The New Jerusalem, the Palaces,

The Thrones and feasts, the Regions of the Skie,

The Joys and Treasures of the Deitie.

His Wisdom makes all things so Bright and pure,

That they are Worthy ever to endure.

His Glorious Works his Laws and Counsels are,

When seen, all like himself, beyond compare.

All Ages with his Love and Glory Shine,

As they are his all Kingdoms are Divine.

Whole Hosts of Angels at his Throne attend,

And joyfull Praises from his Saints ascend.

Thousands of thousands Kneel before his face

And all his Benefits with Joy embrace.

His Goodness makes all Creatures for his Pleasure,

And makes itself his Creatures chiefest Treasure.

Almighty Power doth it self employ

In all its Works to make it self the Joy

Of all his Hosts, and to compleat the Bliss

Which Omnipresent and Eternal is.

His Omnipresence is an Endless Sphere,

Wherin all Worlds as his Delights appear:

His Bounty is the Spring of all Delight,

Our Blessedness, like his, is infinit.

His Glory Endless is and doth Surround

And fill all Worlds, without or End or Bound.

What hinders then, but we in heav'n may be

Even here on Earth did we but rightly see?

As Mountains, Charets, Horsemen all on fire,

To guard Elisha did of old conspire,

Which yet his Servant could not see, being blind,

Ourselvs environd with his Joys we find.

Eternity it self is that true Light,

That doth enclose us being infinite.

The very Seas do overflow and Swim

With Precious Nectars as they flow from him.

The Stable Earth which we beneath behold,

Is far more precious then if made of Gold.