Classic Poem

Questions of a restlese disatisfied soull

When shall this black night disapear
and the day, giv to dawn
When shall the sky from clouds be clear
by'th bright beams of the sun.

When shall the prison walls decay
and be quite pulled down
That soe, the soull, may have its way
made clear, unto the crown.

When shall the battell have an end
and the war, fully cease
When shall the combatent ascend
where is no war, but peace.

When shall the rafer, win the goall
and have the prize, in hand
When shall the reslese, lovesick soull
thy sweet love comprehand.

When shall the pained, and the sick
attain to health, and ease
And get unto, the highest nick
of holy nese, and peace.

When shall the weary travilor
get to his fathers court
When shall the seasick pasenger
land, in his happy port.

When shall the pillgrim home retire
and sitt him down to rest
When shall the soull that doth aspire
on high, still make its nest.

When shall the hungry, have its fill
and never once, more pine
After a draught, on Zion hill
Of Christs sweet, love devine.

When shall the feavorish burning soull
in ocean love be drench'd
When shall the soull, that doth still prole
to thee, have its thurst quench'd.

When shall boundlese desires be filld
and fully satisfi'd
When shall the soull, come to be skil'd
in knots, not here unty'd.

Ther's none my soull, can thee resovle
But god, who knoweth all
Thy longing whens, doe thou revovle
on him, who shortly shall.

Thy questions, fully satisfie
when thou art ripe for him
Hee will transplant thee up on high
and fill thee, to the brim.

If itt be soe. Lord, ripen mee
by thy warm rays, of grace
That I may always, thriving be
and growing up apace.