By some hid sense their Maker gave:
Man is the shuttle, to whose winding quest
And passage through these looms
God order’d motion, but ordain’d no rest.”
There is great moral force about this; its measure and words put one in mind of the majestic lines of Shirley, beginning
“The glories of our earthly state
Are shadows, not substantial things.”
Cock-crowing.
“Father of lights! what Sunnie seed,
What glance of day hast thou confin’d