Blest! who, far from all mankind This world's shadows left behind, Hears from heaven a gentle strain Whispering love, and loves again. | Blest! who, free from self–esteem, Dives into the great Supreme. All desire beside discards, Joys inferior none regards. | Blest! who in thy bosom seeks Rest that nothing earthly breaks, Dead to self and worldly things, Lost in thee, thou King of kings! | Ye that know my secret fire, Softly speak and soon retire; Favour my divine repose, Spare the sleep a God bestows. | |