cxiv THE GARDEN 



But 'tis the Country and the Field, 

 That furnish it with Staff and Shield. 



6. 



Where does the Wisdom and the Power Divine 

 In a more bright and sweet Reflection shine ? 

 Where do we finer Strokes and Colours see 

 Of the Creator's real Poetry, 



Than when we with attention look 

 Upon the third days Volume of the Book ? 

 If we could open and intend our Eye, 



We all like Moses should espy 

 Ev'n in a Bush the radiant Deity. 

 But we despise these his inferior ways, 

 (Though no less full of Miracle and Praise) 



Upon the Flowers of Heaven we gaze ; 

 The Stars of Earth no wonder in us raise, 



Though these perhaps do more than they, 



The Life of Mankind sway. 

 Although no part of mighty Nature be 

 More stor'd with Beauty, Power, and Mystery ; 

 Yet to encourage human Industry, 

 God has so ordered, that no other Part 

 Such Space, and such Dominion leaves for Art. 



10. 



We no where Art do so triumphant see, 



As when it Grafts or Buds the Tree ; 

 In other things we count it to excel, 

 If it a Docile Scholar can appear 

 To Nature, and but imitate her well ; 

 It over-rules, and is her Master here. 

 It imitates her Makers Power Divine, 

 And changes her sometimes, and S9metimes does refine 

 It does, like Grace, the fallen Tree restore 

 To its blest State of Paradise before : 

 Who would not joy to see his conquering hand 



