No more shall Walls, no more shall Walls confine

That glorious Soul which in my Flesh doth shine:

No more shall Walls of Clay or Mud

Nor Ceilings made of Wood,

Nor Crystal Windows, bound my Sight,

But rather shall admit Delight.

The Skies that seem to bound

My Joys and Treasures,

Of more endearing Pleasures

Themselvs becom a Ground:

While from the Center to the utmost Sphere

My Goods are multiplied evry where.

The Deity, the Deity to me

Doth All things giv, and make me clearly see

The Moon and Stars, the Air and Sun

Into my Chamber com:

The Seas and Rivers hither flow,

Yea, here the Trees of Eden grow,

The Fowls and Fishes stand,

Kings and their Thrones,

As 'twere, at my Command;

God's Wealth, His Holy Ones,

The Ages too, and Angels all conspire:

While I, that I the Center am, admire.

No more, No more shall Clouds eclyps my Treasures,

Nor viler Shades obscure my highest Pleasures;

No more shall earthen Husks confine

My Blessings which do shine

Within the Skies, or els abov:

Both Worlds one Heven made by Lov,

In common happy I

With Angels walk

And there my Joys espy;

With God himself I talk;

Wondring with Ravishment all Things to see

Such Reall Joys, so truly Mine, to be.

No more shall Trunks and Dishes be my Store,

Nor Ropes of Pearl, nor Chains of Golden Ore;

As if such Beings yet were not,

They all shall be forgot.

No such in Eden did appear,

No such in Heven: Heven here

Would be, were those remov'd;

The Sons of Men

Liv in Jerusalem,

Had they not Baubles lov'd.

These Clouds dispers'd, the Hevens clear I see:

Wealth new-invented, mine shall never be.

Transcendent Objects doth my God provide,

In such convenient Order all contriv'd,

That All things in their proper place

My Soul doth best embrace,

Extends its Arms beyond the Seas,

Abov the Hevens its self can pleas,

With God enthron'd may reign:

Like sprightly Streams

My Thoughts on Things remain;