Ambassador of Bliss

This soaring, sacred thirst, Ambassador of bliss, approached first.

bliss Making a place in me
That made me apt to prize, and taste, and see.

For not the objects, but the sense Of things doth bliss to Souls dispense, 

And make it, Lord, like Thee.
Sense, feeling, taste, complacency, and sight, 

These are the true and real joys,

The living, flowing inward, melting, bright, And Heavenly pleasures; all the rest are toys: 

All which are founded in Desire, As light in flame and heat in fire.