Oh Soul! that this fair flower dost so mirrour, br Ask of thyself, saying-'Soul beautiful, br Oh Soul-in-love, oh happy, happy Soul, br That wert so dull and poor, and this sweet hour br Art so more floral even than a flower, br That in thee it is better'd to a full, br Whereto each former rose is poor and dull, br Ah, what doth thus enlarge thee and empower, br That thou who, at thy most, wert a priesthood, br A vassal strength, a bliss feudàtory, br Hast grown a final joy, an absolute good, br A god that, for being god, believest in God br The more?' Thou canst not clear this mystery, br Ah happy, happy soul, whose fruit of life is nigh.