And how close round the Shepherd the Lambkins gather'd fair.
I heard the Stars all asking: When shall we rise again?
And Buds in Seedlings folded sigh: Doth Love for us care?
I saw a Grass blade blossom at Morn and fade at Night;
While Cedars braved a thousand Years the Tempests raging there.
I saw old Ocean's Billows like Kings all crowned with foam,
Then flung from Rocks, down fallen, like Penitents in Prayer.
I saw a Dewdrop sparkling, nor did it Danger dread;
But, soon consumed, it vanish'd, that sun-bright Jewel rare.
I saw close crowding Mankind new Towns and Castles rear;