Eliza's babes, or, The virgins-offering being divine poems and meditations / written by a lady, who onely desires to advance the glory of God and not her own.

The Rapture.

MOst people hover here below, Too neer the earth, Ile not doe so; But Ile arise, and to Heaven goe, I will not tarry here below.

This earthly state's, too meane for mee, Ile flee where the bright Angels bee, That still the face of God doe see, With them, my Soul can best agree,

'Mong them Ile set me downe and sing, The praises of our glorious King, By him we have our blest being, We with delight his praises sing.

Still in this Rapture let me bide, And from this pleasing blisse nev'r glide, But be like to the Eagle ey'd. I have just now methinks descride

The glorious Sun in Heaven so bright, On this transcendent throne of light; It dazles now my humane sight; The luste of it is so bright.

•• would not now with mortals be, ••o tell them in what blisse are we. ••et them arise, and come to me, ••f they would know our dignity.

•• let me not to earth now goe, How dark and hideous, it doth show, They crawl like Ants methinks below, Among such Creatures I'de not goe.

But if to earth thou wilt have me, To doe what thy will doth decree; Let me descend more willingly; By me thy will must acted bee.

But yet before I goe away Grant I beseech, for what I pray, Or let me here with thee still stay, Take no offence at my delay.

Oh let thy heavenly Sun of light With me send down his beams most bright, So to my soule shall be no night, She being inwrapt in Heav'ns bright light.