Mine eye, by contemplation’s great attorney,
Transcends the crystal pavement of the sky.
But what is heav’n, great God, compar’d to thee?
Without thy presence, heaven’s no heaven to me.
Without thy presence, earth gives no reflection;
Without thy presence, sea affords no treasure;
Without thy presence, air’s a rank infection;
Without thy presence, heav’n’s itself no pleasure;
If not possess’d, if not enjoy’d in thee,
What’s earth, or sea, or air, or heav’n to me?