William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
The New JerusalemAnonymous
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When shall I come to thee?
When shall my sorrows have an end?
Thy joys when shall I see?
O sweet and pleasant soil!
In thee no sorrow may be found,
No grief, no care, no toil.
There envy bears no sway;
There is no hunger, heat, nor cold,
But pleasure every way.
Thy bulwarks diamonds square;
Thy gates are of right orient pearl,
Exceeding rich and rare.
With carbuncles do shine;
Thy very streets are paved with gold,
Surpassing clear and fine.
Would God I were in thee!
Would God my woes were at an end,
Thy joys that I might see!
Continually are green;
There grows such sweet and pleasant flowers
As nowhere else are seen.
The flood of Life doth flow;
Upon whose banks on every side
The wood of Life doth grow.
And evermore do spring;
There evermore the angels sit,
And evermore do sing.
With tones surpassing sweet;
And all the virgins bear their part,
Sitting about her feet.
Would God I were in thee!
Would God my woes were at an end,
Thy joys that I might see!