I wist not what to wish; "yet sure," thought I, "If so much excellence abide below, How excellent is he that dwells on high, Whose power and beauty by his works we know! That hath this under-world so richly dight." ΙΟ More Heaven then Earth was here, no winter & no night. 15 Then on a stately Oak I cast mine Eye, Thy strength and stature, more thy years admire. "Thou as a Bridegroom from thy Chamber rushes, The morn doth usher thee with smiles & blushes, 20 25 309 Thy heart from death and dulness doth revive, And in the darksome womb of fruitful nature dive. 35 "Thy swift Annual and diurnal Course, Thy daily streight and yearly oblique path, Thy pleasing fervor and thy scorching force, All mortals here the feeling knowledg hath. Thy presence makes it day, thy absence night; 40 "Art thou so full of glory that no Eye Hath strength thy shining Rayes once to behold? 45 As to approach it can no earthly mould? How full of glory, then, must thy Creator be Silent, alone, where none or saw or heard, 50 To sing some Song my mazed Muse thought meet; They kept one tune and plaid on the same string, 60 Shall Creatures abject thus their voices raise, And in their kind resound their makers praise, Whilst I as mute can warble forth no higher layes? When present times look back to Ages past, 65 And men in being fancy those are dead, It makes things gone perpetually to last, And calls back moneths and years that long since fled; It makes a man more aged in conceit Then was Methuselah or 's grand-sire great, While of their persons & their acts his mind doth treat. 70 Sometimes in Eden fair he seems to be; Sees glorious Adam there made Lord of all; 75 Here sits our Grandame in retired place, 80 Here Cain and Abel come to sacrifice; Fruits of the Earth and Fatlings each do bring: 85 Hath thousand thoughts to end his brothers dayes, 90 There Abel keeps his sheep, no ill he thinks; 95 Though none on Earth but kindred near then could he find. Who fancyes not his looks now at the Barr? His face like death, his heart with horror fraught. 100 When deep dispair with wish of life hath fought. Branded with guilt and crusht with treble woes, A City builds, that wals might him secure from foes. 105 Who thinks not oft upon the Fathers ages? Their long descent; how nephews sons they saw; The starry observations of those Sages, And how their precepts to their sons were law; Cloath'd all in his black sinfull Livery, Who neither guilt nor yet the punishment could fly. Our Life compare we with their length of dayes; In eating, drinking, sleeping, vain delight, So unawares comes on perpetual night, And puts all pleasures vain unto eternal flight. When I behold the heavens as in their prime, I 20 And then the earth, though old, stil clad in green, Nor age nor wrinkle on their front are seen; If winter come and greeness then do fade, A Spring returns and they more youthfull made; 125 But Man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid: By birth more noble then those creatures all, No sooner born but grief and care makes fall, That state obliterate he had at first; 130 Nor youth nor strength nor wisdom spring again, But in oblivion to the final day remain. Shall I, then, praise the heavens, the trees, the earth, Because their beauty and their strength last longer? 135 Because they're bigger, & their bodyes stronger? Nay, they shall darken, perish, fade, and dye, 140 And if the sun would ever shine, there would I dwell. While on the stealing stream I fixt mine eye, I markt nor crooks nor rubs that there did lye Could hinder ought, but still augment its force: "O happy Flood," quoth I, "that holds thy race 150 Till thou arrive at thy beloved place, Nor is it rocks or shoals that can obstruct thy pace. "Nor is 't enough that thou alone may'st slide, 155 But hundred brooks in thy cleer waves do meet; Thou Emblem true of what I count the best, O could I lead my Rivolets to rest, So may we press to that vast mansion ever blest! 160 "Ye Fish which in this liquid Region 'bide, That for each season have your habitation, Now salt, now fresh, where you think best to glide 165 In Lakes and ponds you leave your numerous fry; So nature taught, and yet you know not why, Look how the wantons frisk to tast the air, 170 To see what trade they great ones there do drive, And take the trembling prey before it yield, their shield." 175 While musing thus, with contemplation fed, And thousand fancies buzzing in my brain, The sweet-tongu'd Philomel percht ore my head, And chanted forth a most melodious strain; Which rapt me so with wonder and delight 180 I judg'd my hearing better then my sight, And wisht me wings with her a while to take my flight. "O merry Bird," said I, "that fears no snares, 185 "The dawning morn with songs thou dost prevent, 190 |