By millions. Since this has seemed good in His sight.
By day, their hearts fill with their thoughts all, again,
Those oystershells He fills with rich pearls amain.
He knows all the thoughts that here trouble our frames.
’Tis He that gives guidance to souls in their games.
Thy talent, thy judgment, unto thee are given,
That means thou may’st have to redeem thy fallen leaven.140
The goldsmith’s rich art’s not by weaver possessed,
By jocund vein here, there another’s distressed.
Though mind’s frame and talents endowments are, all,