Classic Poem

The soulls pleadings to be gone.

How Long oh Lord, holy and true
Shall it be, e're I bid adeiw

To freinds, and earthly vanitys
That I on thee, may fix mine eyes

Doth not a mounth, unto me seem
A yeer, whilst I thine absence deem

A greater torment unto mee
Then any other thing can bee

When first I wake, somtimes my hart
Is brok to think, time still doth part

And this is that, which doth augment
My greif, whilst in the body pent

I cannot know, how long my time
May be protracted, e're I climb

Unto that city up above
To veiw the face of him, I love

From sin, I cant, be fully free
which makes me long, to bee with thee

Earths-cumber-ground, whilst here am I
It will not mise me, when I dye

When shall I, from it take my flight
To have a soull, delighting sight

Of him who has drawn, before-hand
My hart up, to that holy land

Have I not reason, for to cry
To be transplanted, up on high

When out, still, a contrary way
Members are drawn, may I not say

It tis a pain, that is soe great
As throws, into a burning heat

The head is there, the body here
And cant find ease, till to its dear

Head, it be firmly Joyn'd and knit
And each togather sweetly meet

My husband, father, and my all.
Ar ther, &, sha'nt I cry & call

To be fecth'd from, this irksome cell
With my relations, for to dwell

Oh let thy bowels yearn on me
Extend thou thy compasion free

Thou knowst the akeings of my hart
Till fully thou thy self impart

Untill on thee, I fix mine eye
I cant sitt down, contentedly

Yet whilst I am, fors'd, here to stay
Dart still on me, some gloryous ray

Wherby I may be set on fire
And bend to thee, with strong desire

Oh doe not me, of this bereive
Till of this world, I take my leave

To lanch into the ocean wide
Where Christ, and glory doth reside

In thee, in thee, I would expire
That I with the celestiall quire

The sinlese songs, of praise may sing
Unto our blessed crowned king

Now sweetest Jesus, come away
My souls impatient of delay