Witness This New-made World, Another Heav'n From

Pleas'd Me, Long Choosing And Beginning Late.

There Is No Christian Duty That Is Not To Be Seasoned And Set Off With Cheerishness, Which In A Thousand Outward And Intermitting Crosses May Yet Be Done Well, As In This Vale Of Tears.

And What Is Faith, Love, Virtue Unassayed Alone, Without Exterior Help Sustained?

Grace Was In All Her Steps, Heaven In Her Eye, In Every Gesture Dignity And Love.

Iris All Hues, Roses, And Jessamine Reared High Their Flourished Heads Between, And Wrought Mosaic; Underfoot The Violet, Crocus, And Hyacinth With Rich Inlay Broidered The Ground, More Coloured Than With Stone Of Costliest Emblem: Other Creature Here Beast, Bird, Insect, Or Worm Durst Enter None; Such Was Their Awe Of Man.