Classic Poem

That on her lap she casts her humble eye
'Tis the sweet pride of her humility.
The fair star is well fixed, for where, O where
Could she have fixed it on a fairer sphere?
'Tis Heaven, 'tis Heaven she sees, Heaven's God there lies
She can see Heaven and ne'er lift up her eyes.
This new guest to her eyes new laws hath given:
'Twas once look up, 'tis now look down to Heaven.