I.
See! what an undisturbed teare
 She weepes for her last sleepe;
But, viewing her, straight wak'd a Star,
 She weepes that she did weepe.

 II.
Griefe ne're before did tyranize
 On th' honour of that brow,
And at the wheeles of her brave eyes
 Was captive led til now.

 III.
Thus, for a saints apostacy
 The unimagin'd woes
And sorrowes of the Hierarchy
 None but an angel knowes.

 IV.
Thus, for lost soules recovery
 The clapping of all wings
And triumphs of this victory
 None but an angel sings.

 V.
So none but she knows to bemone
 This equal virgins fate,
None but LUCASTA can her crowne
 Of glory celebrate.

 VI.
Then dart on me (CHAST LIGHT) one ray,
 By which I may discry
Thy joy cleare through this cloudy day
 To dresse my sorrow by.