Classic Poem

The souls. all, in another world July 22 72

My countrey's in another world
when shall I to it goe
Why am I soe far from it hurl'd
by unbeliefe, my foe
As that I cannot think
thou wilt my chain, unlink.

My dear relations there doe dwell
my best freinds, are above
How can it then, with me be well
till I to them, remove
from this dark, irksome cell
Wher-in, whilst here I dwell.

My god, and father he is there
how can I chouse, but moane
Till I come to breath in that ayre
where is, his sedled throne
And where he doth remain
with all his blessed traine.

In heaven lives, my dearest head
my husband, & my king
Who hath my soull, to himself wed
and sha'nt I long, to spring
To him, that so we may
togather, live alway.

Those whom I shall be like, ar there
the sinlese, blessed ones
Who breath, in that imperiall ayre
and ar set on their thrones
How can I chouse, but long
in'th midst of thesse, to throng.

The blessed angels, there remain
the winged, Cherubims
And Seraphims, with all that traine
when shall I fly, with wings
to be in company
with that socyety.

My kingdome, and my glorious crown
is in that world above
Can I contendetly sit down?
and not long, to remove
To that inheritance
free, from incumberance.

My hart, with my affections
ar thither pact, & gone
My highest. expectations
ar up, before the throne
How can I be content
to be from them here pent.

My joys, my hopes, and my delight
is fled ther before-hand
And sha'nt I long to take my flight
into that holy land
which Whilst, I doe espy
I long to get, on high.

What have I then, left here behind?
but this poor tent of clay
That I should yet, have any mind
Longer one day, to stay
blame me not then to long
henceforward to be gone.

Hast thou thus taken up my all
with an intent to keep
Me, from the beautificall
vision, that I may steep
My thoughts, in sorrow still
'cause, I cant have my fill

Can it with me be well
untill with thee, I dwell.