The gay motes that people the sunbeams.
With eyes Of conjugal attraction unreprov'd. Imparadised in one another's arms. With thee conversing I forget all time. And feel that I am happier than I know.
Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.
Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won.
Tower'd cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.
God shall be all in all.