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Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
  
Anonymous. 1601
  
61. The New Jerusalem
Song of Mary the Mother of Christ (London: E. Allde)
  
HIERUSALEM, my happy home, 
  When shall I come to thee? 
When shall my sorrows have an end, 
  Thy joys when shall I see? 
 
O happy harbour of the Saints!         5
  O sweet and pleasant soil! 
In thee no sorrow may be found, 
  No grief, no care, no toil. 
 
There lust and lucre cannot dwell, 
  There envy bears no sway;  10
There is no hunger, heat, nor cold, 
  But pleasure every way. 
 
Thy walls are made of precious stones, 
  Thy bulwarks diamonds square; 
Thy gates are of right orient pearl,  15
  Exceeding rich and rare. 
 
Thy turrets and thy pinnacles 
  With carbuncles do shine; 
Thy very streets are paved with gold, 
  Surpassing clear and fine.  20
 
Ah, my sweet home, Hierusalem, 
  Would God I were in thee! 
Would God my woes were at an end, 
  Thy joys that I might see! 
 
Thy gardens and thy gallant walks  25
  Continually are green; 
There grows such sweet and pleasant flowers 
  As nowhere else are seen. 
 
Quite through the streets, with silver sound, 
  The flood of Life doth flow;  30
Upon whose banks on every side 
  The wood of Life doth grow. 
 
There trees for evermore bear fruit, 
  And evermore do spring; 
There evermore the angels sit,  35
  And evermore do sing. 
 
Our Lady sings Magnificat 
  With tones surpassing sweet; 
And all the virgins bear their part, 
  Sitting about her feet.  40
 
Hierusalem, my happy home, 
  Would God I were in thee! 
Would God my woes were at an end, 
  Thy joys that I might see! 
 
 
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