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That prospect was the gate of Heaven, that day The ancient Light of Eden did convey Into my soul: I was an Adam there, A little Adam in a sphere

Of joys! O there my ravisht sense Was entertained in Paradise, And had a sight of Innocence, Which was beyond all bound and price.

An antepast of Heaven sure! I on the Earth did reign, Within, without me, all was pure: I must become a child again.