Bulchevy's Book of English Verse by Anonymous
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Numbers from Elizabethan Miscellanies & Song-books by Unnamed or Uncertain Authors. 1601 61. The Now Jerusalem Song of Mary the Mother of Christ (London: E. Allde) HIERUSALEM, my happy home, When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end, Thy joys when shall I see? O happy harbour of the Saints! O sweet and pleasant soil! In thee no sorrow may be found, No grief, no care, no toil. There lust and lucre cannot dwell, There envy bears no sway; There is no hunger, heat, nor cold, But pleasure every way. Thy walls are made of precious stones, Thy bulwarks diamonds square; Thy gates are of right orient pearl, Exceeding rich and rare. Thy turrets and thy pinnacles With carbuncles do shine; |
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