I felt no Stain, nor Spot of Sin.

No Darkness then did overshade,

But all within was Pure and Bright,

No Guilt did Crush, nor fear invade

But all my Soul was full of Light.

A Joyfull Sence and Puritie

Is all I can remember.

The very Night to me was Bright,

Twas Summer in December.

All Objects that do feed the Eye.

While it those very Objects did

Admire, and prize, and prais, and love,

Which in their Glory most are hid,

Which Presence only doth remove.

Their Constant Daily Presence I

Rejoycing at, did see,

And that which takes them from the Ey

Of others, offerd them to me.

Polluted then my Infant Life.

No Fraud nor Anger in me movd

No Malice Jealousie or Spite;

All that I saw I truly lovd.

Contentment only and Delight

Were in my Soul. O Heav'n! what Bliss

Did I enjoy and feel!

What Powerfull Delight did this

Inspire! for this I daily Kneel.

And make my Soul to feel his Lov,

So Early: Or that 'twas one Day,

Wher in this Happiness I found;

Whose Strength and Brightness so do Ray,

That still it seemeth to Surround.

What ere it is, it is a Light

So Endless unto me

That I a World of true Delight

Did then and to this Day do see.