They say there is a young lady.
There are certain seasons in some way or other invisible.
This great Being comes to her and fills her mind with exceeding sweet delight.
She hardly expects to be received after a while where he is.
To be raised and caught up into heaven.
He loves her well to remain at a distance.
To be ravished with his love forever.
Favor and delight present all the world!
Before the richest of its treasures, she disregards it.
Unmindful of pain or affliction.
She has a strange sweetness in her mind.
Sweetness of uncommon purity in affections tempers most.
You could not persuade her thought wrong.
Sinful you would give her the world.
Lest wonderful sweetness manifest.
This great God, her mind.
She will go singing sweetly.
No one knows for what.
She loves the fields and mountains.
And someone invisible always conversing with her.