The Harbinger to the Progres

• 1 Two soules move here, and mine (a third) must move
• 2 Paces of admiration, and of love;
• 3Thy soule (Deare Virgin) whose this tribute is,
• 4 Mov'd from this mortall sphere to lively blisse;
• 5 And yet moves still, and still aspires to see
• Editor’s Note6The worlds last day, thy glories full degree:
• Editor’s Note7Like as those starres which thou ore-lookest farre,
• Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus8Are in their place, and yet still moved are:
• 9 No soule (whiles with the lugage of this clay
• 10 It clogged is) can follow thee halfe way;
• 11 Or see thy fight; which doth our thoughts outgoe
• 12So fast, that now the lightning moves but slow:
• 13 But now thou art as high in heaven flowne
• 14 As heav'ns from us; what soule besides thine owne
• Critical Apparatus15 Can tell thy joyes, or say he can relate
• Editor’s Note16 Thy glorious Journals in that blessed state?
• 17I envie thee (Rich soule) I envy thee,
• 18Although I cannot yet thy glory see:
• 19 And thou (Great spirit) which her's follow'd hast
• 20 So fast, as none can follow thine so fast;
• 21So farre as none can follow thine so farre,
• pg 40 22 (And if this flesh did not the passage barre
• Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus23 Had'st raught her) let me wonder at thy flight
• 24 Which long agone had'st lost the vulgar sight
• 25 And now mak'st proud the better eyes, that thay
• 26 Can see thee less'ned in thine aery way;
• Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus27 So while thou mak'st her soules Hy progresse knowne
• Critical Apparatus28Thou mak'st a noble progresse of thine owne,
• 29 From this worlds carcasse having mounted hie
• 30 To that pure life of Immortalitie;
• 31 Since thine aspiring thoughts themselves so raise
• 32That more may not beseeme a creatures praise,
• 33 Yet still thou vow'st her more; and every yeare
• 34 mak'st a new progresse, while thou wandrest here;
• Critical Apparatus35 Still upwards mount; and let thy makers praise
• Editor’s Note36Honor thy Laura, and adorne thy laies.
• 37 And since thy Muse her head in heaven shrouds
• 38Oh let her never stoope below the clouds:
• Editor’s Note39 And if those glorious sainted soules may know
• 40Or what we doe, or what we sing below,
• 41 Those acts, those songs shall still content them best
• 42Which praise those awfull powers that make them blest.