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!

Things false are forc'd and most elaborate;

Things pure and tru are obvious unto Sense:

The first Impressions in our earthly State

Are made by Things of highest Excellence.

How easy is it to believ the Sky

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!

That all the Earth is one continu'd Globe;

And that all Men therin are Living Treasures;

That Fields and Meadows like a glorious Robe

Adorn it with variety of Pleasures.

That all we see is Ours, and evry One

Possessor of the whole; That evry Man

Is like a God incarnat in his Throne,

Ev'n as the first for whom the World began.

Whom All are taught to honor, serv, and lov,

Becaus he is Belov'd of God most High,

And therfore ev'ry Man is plac'd abov

His Brother, for the Proof of Charity.

That all may happy be, each one most blest

Both in himself and others; All supream,

While All by Each, and Each by All possest;

Are inter-mutual Joys, beyond a Dream.

This shews a wise Contrivance, and discovers

A Great Creätor sitting on the Throne,

Who so disposeth things for all His Lovers,

That evry One might reign, like God, Alone.