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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345606" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Now Jerusalem, Song of Mary the Mother of Christ (London: E. Allde)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345606" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">HIERUSALEM, my happy home, <br>   When shall I come to thee? <br>When shall my sorrows have an end, <br>   Thy joys when shall I see? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345606" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O happy harbour of the Saints! <br>   O sweet and pleasant soil! <br>In thee no sorrow may be found, <br>   No grief, no care, no toil. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345606" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There lust and lucre cannot dwell, <br>   There envy bears no sway; <br>There is no hunger, heat, nor cold, <br>   But pleasure every way. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345606" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thy walls are made of precious stones, <br>   Thy bulwarks diamonds square; <br>Thy gates are of right orient pearl, <br>   Exceeding rich and rare. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345606" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thy turrets and thy pinnacles <br>   With carbuncles do shine; <br>Thy very streets are paved with gold, <br>   Surpassing clear and fine. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345606" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ah, my sweet home, Hierusalem, <br>   Would God I were in thee! <br>Would God my woes were at an end, <br>   Thy joys that I might see! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345606" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thy gardens and thy gallant walks <br>   Continually are green; <br>There grows such sweet and pleasant flowers <br>   As nowhere else are seen. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345606" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Quite through the streets, with silver sound, <br>   The flood of Life doth flow; <br>Upon whose banks on every side <br>   The wood of Life doth grow. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345606" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There trees for evermore bear fruit, <br>   And evermore do spring; <br>There evermore the angels sit, <br>   And evermore do sing. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345606" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Our Lady sings Magnificat <br>   With tones surpassing sweet; <br>And all the virgins bear their part, <br>   Sitting about her feet. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=345606" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Hierusalem, my happy home, <br>   Would God I were in thee! <br>Would God my woes were at an end, <br>   Thy joys that I might see!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Anonymous">Anonymous</a></strong></div>

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