Dead Be My Heart to All Below

Dead be my heart to all be­low

To mor­tal joys and mor­tal cares

To sen­su­al bliss that charms us so

Be dark

my eyes

and deaf

my ears.

Here I re­nounce my car­nal taste

Of the fair fruit that sin­ners prize:

Their para­dise shall nev­er waste

One thought of mine

but to des­pise.

All earth­ly joys are ov­er­weighed

With mount­ains of vex­atious care;

And where’s the sweet that is not laid

A bait to some de­struct­ive snare?

Be gone for ev­er

mor­tal things!

Thou migh­ty mole-hill

earth

fare­well!

Angels as­pire on lof­ty wings

And leave the globe for ants to dwell.

Come

Heav’n

and fill my vast de­sires

My soul pur­sues the sov­er­eign good;

She was all made of heav’n­ly fires

Nor can she live on mean­er food.