Poem by Thomas Traherne

Joyful Sense and Purity

The Prospect was the Gate of Heaven, that Day
The ancient Light of Eden did convey
Into my Soul: I was an Adam there,
A little Adam in a Sphere
Of Joys! O there my Ravished sense
Was entertained in Paradise,
And had a Sight of Innocence. All was beyond all Bound and Price.
An Antepast [foretaste] of Heaven sure!
I on the Earth did reign.
Within, without me, all was pure.
I must become a Child again.

1. Walking
2. To the Same Purpose
3. The Apostasy
4. A Life of Sabbaths Here Beneath
5. Sin

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