Classic Poem

Alone retired in my native cell,
At home within myself, all noyse shut out,
In silent mourning I resolve to dwell,
With thoughts of death Ile hang my walls about;
All windows close, Faith shall my Taper be,
At whose dim flame Ile Hell and Judgment see.

Reflected from these mirrours will appear
The ugly face of Sin without his paint,
And features borrowed only to endear
The world to hearts impatient of restraint;
All windows close, Faith shall my Taper be,
At whose dim flame Ile fight for victory.

To hunger after Justice shall be food,
Unto my soul wean'd from the Egiption gust.
My drink shall be thirst after Thee my God,
My cloathing to be stript and rent from Dust;
All windows close, Faith shall my Taper be,
On Hope Ile rest, and sleep in Charity.