384 Aline Bradji reefs Works.
The hidden Manna I doe eat.
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��The word of life it is my meat.
My thoughts do yield me more content
Then can thy hours in pleafure fpent.
Nor are they fhadows which I catch, [232]
Nor fancies vain at which I fnatch,
But reach at things that are fo high,
Beyond thy dull Capacity;
Eternal fubftance I do fee,
With which inriched I would be:
Mine Eye doth pierce the heavens, and fee
What is Invilible to thee.
M}' garments are not filk nor gold,
Nor fuch like trafli which Earth doth hold.
But Royal Robes I fhall have on.
More glorious then the glifhring Sun;
My Crown not Diamonds, Pearls, and gold,
But fuch as Angels heads infold.
The City* where I hope to dwell,
There's none on Earth can parallel;
The flately Walls both high and ftrong.
Are made of pretious ya/per Rone',
The Gates of Pearl, both rich and clear,
And Angels are for Porters there;
The Streets thereof tranfparent gold.
Such as no Eye did e're behold,
A Chryftal River there doth run.
Which doth proceed from the Lambs Throne:
- Rev. xxi. 10-27 • "^^^ xxii. 1-5.
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