1

These little Limmes,

These Eys and Hands which here I find,

These rosie Cheeks wherwith my Life begins,

Where have ye been,? Behind

What Curtain were ye from me hid so long!

Where was? in what Abyss, my Speaking Tongue?

2

When silent I,

So many thousand thousand yeers,

Beneath the Dust did in a Chaos lie,

How could I Smiles or Tears,

Or Lips or Hands or Eys or Ears perceiv?

Welcom ye Treasures which I now receiv.

3

I that so long

Was Nothing from Eternitie,

Did little think such Joys as Ear or Tongue,

To Celebrat or See:

Such Sounds to hear, such Hands to feel, such Feet,

Beneath the Skies, on such a Ground to meet.

4

New Burnisht Joys!

Which yellow Gold and Pearl excell!

Such Sacred Treasures are the Lims in Boys,

In which a Soul doth Dwell;

Their Organized Joynts, and Azure veins

More Wealth include, then all the World contains.

5

From Dust I rise,

And out of Nothing now awake,

These Brighter Regions which salute mine Eys,

A Gift from God I take.

The Earth, the Seas, the Light, the Day, the Skies,

The Sun and Stars are mine; if those I prize.

6

Long time before

I in my Mothers Womb was born,

A God preparing did this Glorious Store,

The World for me adorne.

Into this Eden so Divine and fair,

So Wide and Bright, I com his Son and Heir.

7

A Stranger here

Strange Things doth meet, strange Glories See;

Strange Treasures lodg'd in this fair World appear,

Strange all, and New to me.

But that they mine should be, who nothing was,

That Strangest is of all, yet brought to pass.