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IF with such passing Beauty, choice Delights,
The Architect of this great Round did frame,
This Pallace visible, short lists of Fame,
And silly Mansion but of dying Wights;
How many Wonders, what amazing lights
Must that triumphing Seat of Glory claime,
That doth transcend all this Alls vaste hights,
Of whose bright Sun ours here is but a beame?
O blest abode! O happy dwelling-place!
Where visibly th' Invisible doth raigne,
Blest People which do see true Beauties Face,
With whose far Shadows scarce he Earth doth daigne:
All Joy is but Annoy, all Concord Strife,
Ma…ch'd with your endlesse Blisse and happy life.