8o THE GARDEN 



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 day's 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 l no wonder in us raise, 



Though these perhaps do more, than they, 

 The life of mankind sway, 



1 flowers of heaven stars of earth] A poetical conversion, 

 much to the taste of Mr. Cowley ; but the prettier and 

 easier, because many plants and flowers are of a radiate form, 

 and are called stars, not in the poet's vocabulary only, but in 

 that of the botanist and florist: as, on the other hand, the 

 6tars of heaven 



" Blushing in bright diversities of day " 



as the poet says of the garden's bloomy Led, very naturally 

 present themselves under the idea, and take the name, of 

 floivers. 



