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And ye high
heauens, the temple of the gods,
In which a thousand
torches flaming bright
Doe burne, that to vs
wretched earthly clods:
In dreadful darknesse lend
desired light;
And all ye powers which in the same
remayne,
More then we men can fayne,
Poure out
your blessing on vs plentiously,
And happy influence
vpon vs raine,
That we may raise a large posterity,
Which from the earth, which they may long possesse,
With lasting happinesse,
Vp to your haughty
pallaces may mount,
And for the guerdon of theyr
glorious merit
May heauenly tabernacles there
inherit,
Of blessed Saints for to increase the
count.
So let vs rest, sweet loue, in hope of this,
And cease till then our tymely ioyes to sing,
The woods no more vs answer, nor our eccho ring.
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