Here you will find the Poem A Life of Sabbaths Here Beneath of poet Thomas Montague Traherne
1 A life of Sabbaths here beneath! Continual jubilees and joys! The days of Heaven, while we breathe On Earth! where Sin all Bliss destroys: This is a triumph of delights That doth exceed all appetites: No joy can be compared to this, It is a life of perfect Bliss. 2 Of perfect Bliss! How can it be? To conquer Satan, and to reign In such a vale of misery, Where vipers, stings, and tears remain, Is to be crowned with victory. To be content, divine, and free, Even here beneath is great delight And next the Beatific Sight. 3 But inward lusts do oft assail, Temptations work us much annoy We'll therefore weep, and to prevail Shall be a more celestial joy. To have no other enemy But one; and to that one to die: To fight with that and conquer it, Is better than in peace to sit. 4 'Tis better for a little time; For he that all his lusts doth quell, Shall find this life to be his prime And vanquish Sin, and conquer Hell. The next shall be his double joy; And that which here seemed to destroy Shall in the other life appear A root of bliss; a pearl each tear.