Oh joyes! Infinite sweetness!
With what flowers and shoots of glory
My soul breakes and buds
All the long houres of night
And rest throught the still shrouds
This dew fell on my breast o how it blouds
And spirits all my earth just heark
In what rings and hymning circulations
In the quick world
Awakes and sings and rising winds
And falling springs, birds, beasts all things
To shed their light under some cloud
Yet are above and shine and move
Beyond that mistle shroud
The world in tune
A spirit voice and vocall joyes
whose eccho in hear'ns blisse
O let me climbe
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