Not To Know Me Argues Yourselves Unknown.

And In Their Motions Harmony Divine So Smoothes Her Charming Tones, That God's Own Ear Listens Delighted.

Hung Over Her Enamour'd, And Beheld Beauty, Which, Whether Waking Or Asleep, Shot Forth Peculiar Graces.

Her Virtue And The Conscience Of Her Worth, That Would Be Woo'd, And Not Unsought Be Won.

And The Earth Self-balanced On Her Centre Hung.

Hard Are The Ways Of Truth, And Rough To Walk.