So I survey the heavens, and all their flowery meads.
Eight paradises,[377] seven deep hells,[378] are in my view,
As patent as the idol to its silly crew.
Apart, and one by one, I can discern all men,
As wheat and barley well are known to miller’s ken.10
I see who’s heavenward bound, who takes the other road;
As men distinguish fish from snake in walks abroad.”
’Tis thus that saints, within the bounds of present life,
See who’ll be blessed, who cursed, when tried in judgment’s strife;
Before each soul contracts the sins will cause its shame;