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Faire is the heav'n where happy soules have place
In full enjoyment of felicitie
Whence they doe still behold the glorious face of the Divine, Eternall Majestie
Yet farre more faire be those bright Cherubins which all with golden wings are overdight
And those eternall burning Seraphins
which from their faces dart out fiery light
Yet fairer than they both and much more bright,
Be th'angels and Archangels
Which attend on God's owne person without rest or end
These then in faire eachother farre excelling
As to the Highest they approach more neare,
Yet is that Highest farre beyond all telling
Fairer than all the rest which there appear
Though all their beauties joynd together were
How then can mortall tongue hope to expresse
The image of such endlesse perfectnesse?
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