Blest spirit

Blest spirit who with loving tenderness

Quickenest my heart, so old and near to die,

Who 'mid thy joys on me dost bend an eye

Though many nobler men around thee press!

As thou wert erewhile my sight to bless,

So to console my mind thou now dost fly;

Hope therefore stills the pangs of memory,

Which, coupled with desire, my soul distress.

So finding grace in thee to plead for me

He who now writes to thee does give thee thanks

Not worthy is my art to send to thee,

In return for thy kind thoughts;

And thy fair spirit's living fantasies.