Flight is but the Præparative: the Sight

Is deep and infinit.

Indeed, 'tis all the Glory, Light, and Space,

The Joy and blest Variety

That doth adorn the Godhead's Dwelling-place:

'Tis all that Ey can see.

Even Trades themselvs, view'd with celestial Sight,

And Cares, and Sins, and Woes, giv Light.

Order the Beauty ev'n of Beauty is,

It is the Rule of Bliss,

The very Life and Form and Caus of Pleasure;

Which if we do not understand,

Ten thousand heaps of vain, tho massy, Treasure

Will but oppress the Land:

In Blessedness its self we that shall miss

(Being blind) which is the Summ of Bliss.

First then behold the World as thine, and well

Note that where thou dost dwell:

See all the Beauty of the spacious Case;

Lift up thy pleas'd and ravisht Eys;

Admire the Glory of this hevenly Place,

And all its Blessings prize.

That Sight well seen thy Spirit shal prepare

To make all other things more rare.

Mens Woes shal be but Foils unto thy Bliss,

Thou once enjoying this:

Trades shal adorn and beautify the Earth;

Their Ignorance shall make thee bright;

Were not their Griefs Democritus's Mirth?

Their Slips shal keep thee right:

All shall be thine Advantage; all conspire

To make thy Bliss and Virtu higher.

To see the glorious Fountain and the End;

To see all Creatures tend

To thy Advancement, and so sweetly close

In thy Repose: To see them shine

In serviceable Worth; and even Foes,

Among the rest, made Thine:

To see all these at once unite in thee

Is to behold Felicity.

To see the Fountain is a Blessed thing;

It is to see the King

Of Glory face to face: But yet the End,

The deep and wondrous End, is more;

In that the Fount we also comprehend,

The Spring we there adore:

For in the End the Fountain is best shewn,

As by Effects the Caus is known.