Hymne XIII: Of her Mind

Earth now adiew, my rauisht thought
Lifted to heau'n, sets thee at nought;
Infinit is my longing,
Secrets of Angels to be taught,
And things to heau'n belonging.

Brought downe frō heau'n of Angels kind,
Euen now do I admire her mind:
This is my contemplation,
Her cleare sweet Spirit which is refind,
Aboue Humane Creation.

Rich Sun-beame of th'aeternall light,
Excellent Soule, how shall I wright;
Good Angels make me able;
I cannot see but by your eye,
Nor, but by your tongue, Signifie,
A thing so Admirable.