¶ The Glance.
WHen first thy sweet and gracious eye Vouchsafd evn in the midst of youth and night To look upon me, who before did lie Weltring in sinne; I felt a sugred strange delight, Passing all cordials made by any art, Bedew, embalme, and overrunne my heart, And take it in. Since that time many a bitter storm My soul hath felt, evn able to destroy, Had the malicious and ill-meaning harm His swing and sway: But will thy sweet originall joy, Sprung from thine eye, did work within my soul, And surging griefs, when they grew bold, controll, And got the day. If thy first glance so powerfull be, A mirth but opend and seald up again; What wonders shall we feel, when we shall see Thy full-eyd love! When thou shalt look us out of pain, And one aspect of thine spend in delight More then a thousand sunnes dispurse in light, In heav'n above.
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