Even in a bush the radiant Deity.
But we despise these, His inferior ways
(Though no less full of miracle and praise),
Upon the flowers of Heaven we gaze;
The stars of earth no wonder in us raise.
Abraham Cowley, 1618–1667.
THE GARDEN OF ALCINOUS.
FROM HOMER.
Close to the gates a spacious garden lies,
From storms defended and inclement skies: