William Baylebridge - True Being lyrics

Rich hour! is not thy gift a radiant thing? The truth here blazoned in this marble and gold, Here writ in this refulgence manifold, Hath sunned my groped redemption: lo, I fling-- How lightly!--off ungraced desire; I cling To that faith firm this splendour hath retold: My spirit, towered, doth its sheer track behold, And shakes the dust of chaos from its wing. Life that is d**h, riches named with a lie, This fane would, that the sum of both employs, Your tears unseal if ignorance could weep. Is not true being locked in tombs? and die Must not we in d**h ere life's innater joys We may, as I now, clasp as in a sleep?