Here you will find the Poem Holy Sonnet VIII: If Faithful Souls Be Alike Glorified of poet John Donne
If faithful souls be alike glorified As angels, then my fathers soul doth see, And adds this even to full felicity, That valiantly I hells wide mouth o'erstride: But if our minds to these souls be descried By circumstances, and by signs that be Apparent in us, not immediately, How shall my mind's white truth by them be tried? They see idolatrous lovers weep and mourn, And vile blasphemous conjurers to call On Jesus name, and Pharisaical Dissemblers feign devotion. Then turn, O pensive soul, to God, for he knows best Thy true grief, for he put it in my breast.
