Let Me Full Upon Thine Eyes
Oh! Let me full upon
thine eyes
Before the temples of the
ice
To save to self, the
greatest joys
Which in thine offerings,
employs.
Though I am not of
thrones or crowns
I never leave to others,
frowns
I'd never suit(in coins),
thine art
But trust in true virtue,
thine heart.
Let me into the soul
within
And cleanse mine heart
of staring sin
For lo, the cloudlets,
downward lent
The manna for thine own
content.
Therefore in such a
tender glance
Belong to me, if so in
dance
That I shall all the
wonders see
In all the balls of tarried
glee.
I thus presume and so I
must
That this conceal en-
softens crust
For never in this feeble
time
Has earth lingered, and
fled to clime.
For who in Heaven, earth,
or sea
Has seen thine offer, as to
me
Is met with greater
pardon, blest
And soars to Heav'n,
when Hell, the rest.
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