Miracle

Behold a wonder here
Love hath received his sight
Which many hundred years
Hath not beheld the light

Such beams infused be
By Cynthia in his eyes
As first have made him see
And then have made him wise

Love now no more will weep
For them that laugh the while
Nor wake for them that sleep
Nor sigh for them that smile

A beauty powerful
That love doth now behold
Love turned to duty
That's neither blind nor bold

Thus beauty shows hеr might
To be of double kind
In giving love his sight
And strikе folly blind

Love now no more will weep
For them that laugh the while
Nor wake for them that sleep
Nor sigh for them that smile