Visions of glory, spare my aching sight.

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight! Ye unborn ages, crown not on my soul.

Visions of glory, spare my aching sight, / Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!

My thoughts by night are often filled With visions false as fair: For in the past alone, I build My castles in the air.

Concerning perfect blessed ness which consists in a vision of God. [Lat., Circa beatitudinem perfectam, quae in Dei visione consistit.]

He that had neither beene kithe nor kin, Might have seene a full fayre sight. - Thomas Percy,