How like an angel I came down! 
How bright are all things a here!  
When first among his works I did appear
O how their glory did me crown!
The world resembled his eternity
In which my soul did walk;
And everything that I did see
Did with me talk.

The skies in their magnificence
The lovely, lively air, 
O how divine, how soft, how sweet, how fair!
The stars did entertain my sense;
And all the works of God so bright and pure,
So rich and great, did seem,
As if they ever must endue
In my esteem.

A native health and innocence
Witihin my bones did grow,
And while my God did all his glories show,
I felt a vigour in my sense 
That was all spirit:  within I did flow
With seas of life, like wine:
I nothing but the world did know
But t'was Divine.