Sacred flame to my invention;
Sing so loud that Angells may
heare thy lay,
Lending to thy note attention.
Page 429. Song.
Soules joy, now I am gone, &c. George Herbert, in the Temple, gives A Parodie of this poem, opening:
Soul's joy, when thou art gone,
And I alone,
Which cannot be,
Because Thou dost abide with me,