358 NORTHERN MEMOIRS. 



And yet this mortal wonder we call man, 

 Is still averse e're since the world began. 



THEOPHILUS. 



Ungrateful creature, who by Heaven's decree, 

 Was made to live, and had the sov'raignty 

 Of the creation. What to say I know not ; 

 Nor what to think, for thoughts are things that do not. 



ARNOLDUS. 



Since days and nights all terminate in one, 

 And stars made emblems of their sovereign sun : 

 Then to be loyal, each a star must be ; 

 But to be royal, claims the sov'raigntie. 

 The Gordian knot's so knit, none can unty 

 But He that made the world's great harmony. 

 For God with nature such sublime things blended, 

 That man nor dev'ls, angels themselves can't find it. 

 We can but climb the gradual steps of sense ; 

 And they'r but motives to intelligence. 

 But those sweet melting cords in a Saint's brest, 

 That lives by faith of things yet unexprest, 

 Invigorate the soul ; and lends her eyes to see 

 That earth and heaven, all's but harmony. 



THEOPHILUS. 



Then rocks are organs, and the ambient air 

 But the harsh sound of heaven's softer quire. 

 Waters make musick ; so all things by art, 

 Where nature freely her free gifts impart, 

 Speak harmony, and divinely shows 

 That from another fountain this thing flows. 



