1

Ye brisk Divine and Living Things,

Ye great Exemplars, and ye Heavenly Springs,

Which I within me see;

Ye Machines Great,

Which in my Spirit God did Seat,

Ye Engines of Felicitie;

Ye Wondrous Fabricks of his Hands,

Who all possesseth that he understands;

That ye are pent within my Brest,

Yet rove at large from East to West,

And are Invisible, yet Infinite;

Is my Transcendent, and my Best Delight.

2

By you I do the Joys possess

Of Yesterdays-yet-present Blessedness;

As in a Mirror Clear,

Old Objects I

Far distant do even now descrie

Which by your help are present here.

Ye are your selvs the very Pleasures.

The Sweetest, last, and most Substantial Treasures.

The Offsprings and Effects of Bliss

By whose Return my Glory is

Renewd, and represented to my View:

O ye Delights, most Pure, Divine, and True!

3

Ye Thoughts and Apprehensions are

The Heavenly Streams which fill the Soul with rare

Transcendent Perfect Pleasures.

At any time,

As if ye still were in your Prime,

Ye Open all his Heavenly Treasures.

His Joys accessible are found

To you, and those Things enter which Surround

The Soul. Ye Living Things within!

Where had all Joy and Glory been

Had ye not made the Soul those Things to know.

Which Seated in it make the fairest Shew?

4

I know not by what Secret Power

Ye flourish so: but ye within your Bower,

More Beautifull do seem,

And better Meat

Ye daily yeeld my Soul to eat,

Then even the Objects I esteem

Without my Soul. What were the Skie,

What were the Sun, or Stars, did ye not lie

In me! and represent them there

Where els they never could appear!

Yea what were Bliss without such Thoughts to me,

What were my Life, what were the Deitie?