II.— HEAVEN AND EARTH.

How long shall men deny the flower

Because its roots are in the earth,

And crave with tears from God the dower

They have, and have despised as dearth,

And scorn as low their human lot,

With frantic pride, too blind to see

That standing on the head makes not

Either for ease or dignity!

But fools shall feel like fools to find

( Too late inform'd ) that angels’ mirth

Is one in cause, and mode, and kind

With that which they profaned on earth.