Rapt Above Earth By Power Of One Fair Face, Hers In Whose Sway Alone My Heart Delights, I Mingle With The Blest On Those Pure Heights Where Man, Yet Mortal, Rarely Finds A Place. With Him Who Made The Work That Work Accords So Well, That By Its Help And Through His Grace I Raise My Thoughts, Inform My Deeds And Words, Clasping Her Beauty In My Soul'S Embrace. Thus, If From Two Fair Eyes Mine Cannot Turn, I Feel How In Their Presence Doth Abide Light Which To God Is Both The Way And Guide; And, Kindling At Their Lustre, If I Burn, My Noble Fire Emits The Joyful Ray That Through The Realms Of Glory Shines For Aye.