Joyful Sense and Purity

The Prospect was the Gate of Heaven, that Day

The ancient Light of Eden did convey

Into my Soul: I was an Adam there,

A little Adam in a Sphere

Of Joys! O there my Ravished sense

Was entertained in Paradise,

And had a Sight of Innocence. All was beyond all Bound and Price.

An Antepast [foretaste] of Heaven sure!

I on the Earth did reign.

Within, without me, all was pure.

I must become a Child again.