In chasing phantoms, grief will one day have its vent.
Let God’s protection mercifully on us rest,
All fancies and all phantoms stand at once confest.
God’s servants are His shadows here below on earth;
To this world dead, but living in a second birth.
To their skirts cling; from them thy soul’s nutrition seek.
So may’st thou ’scape the perils of this scene’s last week.105
The holy text of: “How He stretcheth forth the shade!”[94]
Of saints gives notice. Them his glory doth pervade.
Without their guidance venture not to thread this maze;