The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations/The Glance
¶ The Glance.
When first thy sweet and gracious eyeVouchsaf'd ev'n in the midst of youth and nightTo look upon me, who before did lieWeltring in sinne:I felt a sugred strange delight,Passing all cordials made by any art,Bedew, embalme, and overrunne my heart,And take it in.
Since that time many a bitter stormMy soul hath felt, ev'n able to destroy,Had the malicious and ill-meaning harmHis swing and sway:But still thy sweet originall joySprung from thine eye, did work within my soul,And surging griefs, when they grew bold, controll,And got the day.
If thy first glance so powerfull be,A mirth but open'd, and seal'd up again;What wonders shall we feel, when we shall seeThy full-ey'd love!When thou shalt look us out of pain,And one aspect of thine spend in delightMore then a thousand sunnes disburse in light,In heav'n above.