Let Me Full Upon Thine Eyes

Written by: Mustapha Mosi Gomina

Oh! Let me full upon 
thine eyes
Before the temples of the 
ice
To save to self, the 
greatest joys
Which in thine offerings, 
employs.

Though I am not of 
thrones or crowns
I never leave to others, 
frowns
I'd never suit(in coins), 
thine art
But trust in true virtue, 
thine heart.

Let me into the soul 
within
And cleanse mine heart 
of staring sin
For lo, the cloudlets, 
downward lent
The manna for thine own 
content.

Therefore in such a 
tender glance
Belong to me, if so in 
dance
That I shall all the 
wonders see
In all the balls of tarried 
glee.

I thus presume and so I 
must
That this conceal en-
softens crust
For never in this feeble 
time
Has earth lingered, and 
fled to clime.

For who in Heaven, earth, 
or sea
Has seen thine offer, as to 
me
Is met with greater 
pardon, blest
And soars to Heav'n, 
when Hell, the rest.