Stand as one Watchman, Spy, or Sentinel,
Being placed aloft within the head's high Tower
And though both see, yet both but one thing tell.
These Mirrors take into their little space,
The Forms of moon, and sun, and every star;
Of every body, and of every place,
Which, with the world's wide arms, embracèd are.
Yet their best object, and their noblest use,
Hereafter in another world will be;
When GOD in them, shall heavenly light infuse,