So hills and valleys into singing break;
And though poor stones have neither speech nor tongue,
active winds and streams both run and speak,
Yet stones are deep in admiration.
Thus praise and prayer
here beneath the sun
Make lesser mornings, when the great are done.
Weighing the steadfastness and state
Of some mean things which here below reside,
birds like watchful clocks the noiseless date
And intercourse of times divide,
Where bees at night get
home and hive, and flowers
Early as well as late,
Rise with the sun and set in the same bowers;
I would, said I, my God would give
The staidness of these things to man! for these
divine appointments ever cleave,
And no new business breaks their peace;
The birds nor sow nor reap,
yet sup and dine,
The flowers without clothes live,
Yet Solomon was never drest so fine.
Man hath still either toys or care;
He hath no root, nor to one place is tied,
But ever restless
About the earth doth run and ride,
He knows he hath a home, but scarce knows where;
says it is so far
That he hath quite forgot how to get there.
He knocks at all doors, strays and roams;
Nay hath not so much wit as some stones have
in the darkest nights point to their homes,
By some hid sense their Maker gave;
Man is the shuttle to
whose winding quest
And passage through these looms
God ordered motion, but ordained no rest.
I saw Eternity the other night
Like a great Ring of pure and endless light,
All calm, as it was
And round beneath it, Time in hours, days, years
Drivn by the spheres
Like a vast shadow movd,
In which the world
And all her train were hurld;
The doting Lover in his quaintest strain
Did there Complain,
. . . . . .
Yet some, who all this while did weep and sing,
And sing, and weep, soard up into the Ring,
most would use no wing.
O fools (said I,) thus to prefer dark night
Before true light,
To live in grots, and caves, and hate
Because it shews the way,
The way which from this dead and dark abode
Leads up to God,
where you might tread the Sun, and be
More bright than he.
But as I did their madness so discuss
This Ring the Bride-groome did for none provide
But for his bride.
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