By an inferior eye, or did contemn 
To wait upon a meaner light than him : 
When this I meditate, methinks the flowers 
Have spirits far more generous than ours, 
And give us fair examples, to despise 
The servile fawnings and idolatries 
Wherewith we count these earthly things below, 
Which merit not the service we bestow; 
But, O my God ! though grovelling I appear 
Upon the ground, and have a rooting here 
Which hales me downward, yet in my desire 
To that which is above me I aspire: 
And all my best affections I profess 
To him that is the Sun of Righteousness. 
Oh! keep the morning of his incarnation, 
The burning noontide of his bitter passion, 
The night of his descending, and the height 
Of his ascension, ever in my sight; 
That, imitating him in what I may, 
I never follow an inferior way. 
