And sacred Messages, her love hath sought,
Of Him, She thinks She cannot think too much.
This honey tasted, still is ever sweet;
The pleasure of her ravished thought is such,
As almost here, She, with her bliss doth meet.
But when in heaven, She shall His Essence see,
This is her Sovereign Good! and Perfect Bliss!
Her longings, wishings, hopes, all finished be!
Her joys are full! her motions rest in this!
There, is She crowned with Garlands of Content,