I. br See! what an undisturbed teare br She weepes for her last sleepe; br But, viewing her, straight wak'd a Star, br She weepes that she did weepe. br br II. br Griefe ne're before did tyranize br On th' honour of that brow, br And at the wheeles of her brave eyes br Was captive led til now. br br III. br Thus, for a saints apostacy br The unimagin'd woes br And sorrowes of the Hierarchy br None but an angel knowes. br br IV. br Thus, for lost soules recovery br The clapping of all wings br And triumphs of this victory br None but an angel sings. br br V. br So none but she knows to bemone br This equal virgins fate, br None but LUCASTA can her crowne br Of glory celebrate. br br VI. br Then dart on me (CHAST LIGHT) one ray, br By which I may discry br Thy joy cleare through this cloudy day br To dresse my sorrow by.