Leave O my soul this baser World below, O leave this dolefull dungeon of wo, And soare aloft to that supernal rest That maketh all the Saints and Angels blest: Lo there the God-heads radiant throne, Like to ten thousand Suns in one! Lo there thy Saviour dear in glory dight Ador'd of all the powers of Heavens bright: Lo where that head that bled with thorny wound, Shines ever with celestial honor crownd: That hand that held the scornfull reed Makes all the fiends infernall dread. That back and side that ran with bloody streams Daunt Angels eyes with their majestick beames; Those feet once fastened to the cursed tree Trample on death and hell, in glorious glee. Those lips once drench't with gall do make With their dread doom the world to quake. Behold those joyes thou never canst behold; Those precious gates of pearl, those Streets of gold, Those streams of Life, those trees of Paradise That never can be seen by mortal eyes: And when thou seest this state divine, Think that it is or shall be thine. See there the happy troups of purest sprights That live above in endless true delights; And see where once thy self shalt ranged be, And look and long for immortalitie: And now before-hand help to sing @3Allelujahs@1 to Heavens King. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO WHISTLER, AMERICAN; ON LOAN EXHIBIT OF PAINTINGS AT TATE GALLERY by EZRA POUND THE ANGEL, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE ON PARTING by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE OLD MAN DREAMS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SONNET WRITTEN IN DISGUST OF VULGAR SUPERSTITION by JOHN KEATS |