Can Human Shape so taking be,

That Angels com and sip

Ambrosia from a Mortal Lip!

Can Cherubims descend with Joy to see

God in his Works beneath!

Can Mortals breath

Felicity!

Can Bodies fill the hev'nly Rooms

With welcom Odours and Perfumes!

Can Earth-bred Flow'rs adorn Celestial Bowers

Or yield such Fruits as pleas the hev'nly Powers!

Then may the Seas with Amber flow;

The Earth a Star appear;

Things be divine and hevenly here.

The Tree of Life in Paradise may grow

Among us now: the Sun

Be quite out-don

By Beams that shew

More bright than his: Celestial Mirth

May yet inhabit all this Earth.

It cannot be! Can Mortals be so blind?

Hav Joys so near them, which they never mind?

The Lilly and the Rosy-Train

Which, scatter'd on the ground,

Salute the Feet which they surround,

Grow for thy sake, O Man; that like a Chain

Or Garland they may be

To deck ev'n thee:

They all remain

Thy Gems; and bowing down their head

Their Liquid Pearl they kindly shed

In Tears; as if they meant to wash thy Feet,

For Joy that they to serv thee are made meet.

The Sun doth smile, and looking down

From Hev'n doth blush to see

Himself excelled here by Thee:

Yet frankly doth dispers his Beams to crown

A Creature so divine;

He lovs to shine,

Nor lets a Frown