Oh sweet vanity calling forth Praise of all you would desire To be true; of a self that could Only be known to God that Fervent lover of all that is child- Like and as He meant it to be; And so you believed that men Were true and Godlike too. Oh- that it were so is a conceit Yet also great charity to all us Here below for yet it might Be if we our own good; and For our own sakes knew better With what perfect love and so Marvelously we were made.