And He Goes Through Life,

Alas, That Love, Whose View Is Muffled Still, Should Without Eyes See Pathways To His Will!

We Do Pray For Mercy, And That Same Prayer Doth Teach Us All To Render The Deeds Of Mercy.

Do You Not Know I Am A Woman? When I Think, I Must Speak.

What Power Is It Which Mounts My Love So High, That Makes Me See, And Cannot Feed Mine Eye

I Pray You Bear Me Henceforth From The Noise And Rumour Of The Field, Where I May Think The Remnant Of My Thoughts In Peace, And Part Of This Body And My Soul With Contemplation And Devout Desires.