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Earth, sea, and skies, / For me are in thine eyes, / Yea, thou for me / Holdest within thyself eternity.
As the dew's sphere / Encloses all the clear / Fires hung in the night, / The thin moon and the shaken seas delight.
And there the rose / Where seraphs throne them, glows / Quiring God's name, / With music that is sound of joy made flame.
God's very grace / Is perfect in thy face, / Mirrored such wise / That I mine own soul there imparadise.