These little Limbs,

These Eys and Hands which here I find,

This panting Heart wherwith my Life begins;

Where have ye been? Behind

What Curtain were ye from me hid so long!

Where was, in what Abyss, my new-made tongue?

When silent I

So many thousand thousand Years

Beneath the Dust did in a Chaos ly,

How could I Smiles, or Tears,

Or Lips, or Hands, or Eys, or Ears perceiv?

Welcom ye Treasures which I now receiv.

I that so long

Was Nothing from Eternity,

Did little think such Joys as Ear and Tongue

To celebrat or see:

Such Sounds to hear, such Hands to feel, such Feet,

Such Eys and Objects, on the Ground to meet.