Classic Poem

Why weep ye still for me my Children Dear
What cause have ye of Sorrow Grief or fear.
Lo now all Evil things are past and gone
Terror black Choler and strangulion
My Paines are cur'd no Grief doth me annoy
My Sorrows all are turned into joy
No fiend of Hell henceforth shall me assay
My fears are heald, my Teares are wipe'd away
Gods reconsiled face I now behold
He hath dispers'd my darkness manifold
In Abrams bosom now I sweetly Rest
Of perfect Joy and Happyness possest.