Heaven, The Seat Of Bliss,

Or Sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's Child!

Our State Cannot Be Severed, We Are One, One Flesh; To Lose Thee Were To Lose Myself.

The Winds With Wonder Whist, Smoothly The Waters Kisst.

And These Gems Of Heav'n, Her Starry Train.

Our Torments Also May In Length Of Time Become Our Elements, These Piercing Fires As Soft As Now Severe, Our Temper Changed Into Their Temper.