Oh joyes! Infinite sweetness! With what flowers and shoots of glory My soul breakes and buds All the long houres of night And rest throught the still shrouds This dew fell on my breast o how it blouds And spirits all my earth just heark In what rings and hymning circulations In the quick world Awakes and sings and rising winds And falling springs, birds, beasts all things To shed their light under some cloud Yet are above and shine and move Beyond that mistle shroud The world in tune A spirit voice and vocall joyes whose eccho in hear'ns blisse O let me climbe