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.

On Easter day.

A Rise and see, why dost thou sleep, The bed of earth, could not him keep, The Sun is risse, that made the day, ••n grave, thou needs fear no decay. Those glorious beams hath made the earth, A place to give thee a new birth. From Mothers wombe thou cam'st to be A Creature of Mortality; From wombe of earth, thou rais'd shalt bee, A creature like the Deity; When thou art pleas'd, that I shall dye, I am content in earth to lye: There shall I safely lye and rest, Till thou wilt raise me with the blest. Though I could wish, that it might bee As were my childish thoughts in mee, That like Elias I might rise, On Cherubs wings, in Chariot wise:

To thy bright heaven, where I might bee, There cloath'd with immortality: Those thoughts were childish tis confest, In grave I must be for heaven drest. The earth a while, my body must retaine, Though as a King, my Soul in heaven doth reign.