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Behold a wonder here - |
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Love hath receiv'd his sight, |
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Which many hundred years |
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Hath not beheld the light. |
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Such beams infused be |
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By Cynthia in his eyes, |
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At first have made him see |
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And then have made him wise. |
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Love now no more will weep |
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For them that laugh the while, |
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Nor wake for them that sleep, |
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Nor sigh for them that smile. |
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The beauty pow'rful |
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That Love doth now behold, |
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Love turn'd to duty |
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That's neither blind nor bold. |
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Thus beauty shows her might |
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To be of double kind, |
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In giving Love his sight |
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And striking Folly blind. |
