1

How easily doth Nature teach the Soul,

How irresistible is her Infusion!

There's Nothing found that can her force controll,

But Sin. How Weak and feeble's all Delusion!

2

Things fals are forcd, and most Elaborate,

Things pure and true are Obvious unto Sence;

The first Impressions, in our Earthly State,

Are made by Things most Great in Excellence.

3

How easy is it to believ the Skie

Is Wide and Great and fair? How soon may we

Be made to know the Sun is Bright and High,

And very Glorious, when its Beams we see?

4

That all the Earth is one continued Globe,

And that all Men theron are Living Treasures,

That fields and Meadows are a Glorious Robe,

Adorning it with Sweet and Heavenly Pleasures;

5

That all we see is ours, and evry One

Possessor of the Whole; that evry man

Is like a God Incarnat on the Throne,

Even like the first for whom the World began;

6

Whom all are taught to honor serv and lov,

Becaus he is Belovd of God unknown;

And therfore is on Earth it self abov

All others, that his Wisdom might be shewn:

7

That all may Happy be, Each one most Blest,

Both in Himself and others; all most High,

While all by each, and each by all possest,

Are intermutual Joys, beneath the Skie.

8

This shews a Wise Contrivance, and discovers

Som Great Creator Sitting on the Throne,

That so disposeth things for all his Lovers,

That evry one might reign like GOD alone.