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The hidden Manna I doe eat.

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��The word of life it is my meat.

My thoughts do yield me more content

Then can thy hours in pleafure fpent.

Nor are they fhadows which I catch, [232]

Nor fancies vain at which I fnatch,

But reach at things that are fo high,

Beyond thy dull Capacity;

Eternal fubftance I do fee,

With which inriched I would be:

Mine Eye doth pierce the heavens, and fee

What is Invilible to thee.

M}' garments are not filk nor gold,

Nor fuch like trafli which Earth doth hold.

But Royal Robes I fhall have on.

More glorious then the glifhring Sun;

My Crown not Diamonds, Pearls, and gold,

But fuch as Angels heads infold.

The City* where I hope to dwell,

There's none on Earth can parallel;

The flately Walls both high and ftrong.

Are made of pretious ya/per Rone',

The Gates of Pearl, both rich and clear,

And Angels are for Porters there;

The Streets thereof tranfparent gold.

Such as no Eye did e're behold,

A Chryftal River there doth run.

Which doth proceed from the Lambs Throne:


 * Rev. xxi. 10-27 • "^^^ xxii. 1-5.

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