Classic Poem

S . Arise, make hast;
F . Whither? ah whither flies my soul so fast?
S . Heav'n calls, obey.
F . 'Tis night; ah stay! 'tis night! thoul't lose thy way,
S . The day springs rose.
F . Ah but thy sin black clouds doth interpose!
F . Those pennance clears;
The Sun succeds a sacred dew of teares,
See a full shower!
Heaven suffers violence by an holy Power,
F . Ah heav'n is high!
S . Pray'r lends a Jacobs ladder to the sky.
Angels descend,
F . Wrestle, ah wrestle! blessing crowns the end.