Mansoul e-bog

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Mansoul<br><br>Book I<br><br>As chanced I sate on terrace of an house,<br>In summer season, after sickness past:<br>And fell, surprised my sense, into deep trance:<br>Wherein meseemed, much musing in my thought;<br>I cogitations heard, of many hearts;<br>That came and went, in Mantowns market-place,<br>Whereon I looked. And in my spirit I asked;<br>What were indeed right paths of a man's feet;<br>That lacking light, wont stumble in Worlds murk.<br><br>One called and I beheld in looking up,<br>Of divine stature, Britains Foster-Muse!<br>With eyes of living light, as stars of God.<br>The same was she I saw, which erst me taught,<br>Mongst Colin's crew, to sound a tuneful reed,<br>On Alban's hills, amongst my herding feres.<br>Her blissful Voice, anew me bade to rise,