O, how shall heav’ns dearest rose save the world
Against the debris and ruble of life
As thine own heart’s sound banner tis unfurled
And all truth doth release me of mine strife.
O, to be discord free! where, hence thou rise
Shall rapture’s regal crown from rapture hide?
For what stout soul can heal this world that dies?
And who in pure beauty death defied?
Death’s doors, though hardwearing, cannot hold thee,
For the miracle of thee tis divine;
And oceans of love do flow ceaselessly,
Where life eternal meets aqua skyline,
And stars and planets in chorus combine
Singing thy name in glorious sunshine.