Lest they should fill thy mind with vanity,
Check its too speedy growth, observe and see
How the too early buds all blasted be.
And as all human care and labour's vain,
Without the vernal breeze and gentle rain;
So when thy utmost care and skill is shown,
Reflect it is not thou, but God alone
Whose heavenly grace, distilling on thy soul,
Must all the wild disorders there controul.
Pray for the beams of his celestial light,