May live for ever in felicity: And that thy love we weighing worthily, 10 LXI THE HEAVENLY JERUSALEM. Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end, O happy harbour of the saints! O sweet and pleasant soil! In thee no sorrow may be found, In thee no sickness may be seen, There lust and lucre cannot dwell, 5 10 There envy bears no sway; There is no hunger, heat, nor cold, 15 Thy walls are made of precious stones, 20 Thy turrets and thy pinnacles With carbuncles do shine; Thy very streets are paved with gold, We sigh, and sob, we weep and wail, 40 There grow such sweet and pleasant flowers Quite through the streets, with silver sound, Would God I were in thee! Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see! Anon. 55 60 PART THE SECOND. LXII THE HAPPY LIFE. How happy is he born and taught, 5 ΙΟ How deepest wounds are given by praise; Who hath his life from rumours freed, Who God doth late and early pray 15 20 --This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Sir Henry Wotton. LXIII WINIFREDA. Away, let nought to love displeasing, What though no grants of royal donors Our name, while virtue thus we tender, What though from fortune's lavish bounty Still shall each returning season Through youth and age in love excelling, Sweet smiling peace shall crown our dwelling, How should I love the pretty creatures, |