Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Anonymous. 160161. The New Jerusalem Song of Mary the Mother of Christ (London: E. Allde)
HIERUSALEM, my happy home, | |
When shall I come to thee? | |
When shall my sorrows have an end, | |
Thy joys when shall I see? | |
O happy harbour of the Saints! | 5 |
O sweet and pleasant soil! | |
In thee no sorrow may be found, | |
No grief, no care, no toil. | |
There lust and lucre cannot dwell, | |
There envy bears no sway; | 10 |
There is no hunger, heat, nor cold, | |
But pleasure every way. | |
Thy walls are made of precious stones, | |
Thy bulwarks diamonds square; | |
Thy gates are of right orient pearl, | 15 |
Exceeding rich and rare. | |
Thy turrets and thy pinnacles | |
With carbuncles do shine; | |
Thy very streets are paved with gold, | |
Surpassing clear and fine. | 20 |
Ah, my sweet home, Hierusalem, | |
Would God I were in thee! | |
Would God my woes were at an end, | |
Thy joys that I might see! | |
Thy gardens and thy gallant walks | 25 |
Continually are green; | |
There grows such sweet and pleasant flowers | |
As nowhere else are seen. | |
Quite through the streets, with silver sound, | |
The flood of Life doth flow; | 30 |
Upon whose banks on every side | |
The wood of Life doth grow. | |
There trees for evermore bear fruit, | |
And evermore do spring; | |
There evermore the angels sit, | 35 |
And evermore do sing. | |
Our Lady sings Magnificat | |
With tones surpassing sweet; | |
And all the virgins bear their part, | |
Sitting about her feet. | 40 |
Hierusalem, my happy home, | |
Would God I were in thee! | |
Would God my woes were at an end, | |
Thy joys that I might see! |