130 BAXTER'S POEMS. Who knows a stately building by one post ? It's but short scraps that one age sees at most. Heav'n seeth all, and therefore knows the sense Of the whole beauteous fi·ame of Providence. His judgment of God's kingdom needs must fail, Who knows no more of it than this dark gaol : If Heav'n and Hell were open to men's sight, Most men of pleasant things would judge aright. Who would be griev'd at prosperous sinners' reign, Who did foresee their everlasting p;_tin ? Who would grudge pride and rage so short a pow'r, Who did foresee its fall, and dismal hour ? Who'd grudge God's patience to the greatest crime, Which will 'scape vengeance for so short a time? Who'd grudge at any wrong or suffering here, Who saw the world of happiness so near ? If that one sun a thousand fold excel This earth in bigness, where we sinners dwell; (And what's one sun to all the Heav'n beside ?) Is not God's kingdom glorious and wide? Who then dare say, God's wo1'k is not well done, Because an ant-hill is not made a sun? Or because sin and devilish rage do dwell, In this vile prison which is next to Hell? Who'd measure God's great kingdom or his love, By us poor prisoners who in fetters move? God placed man in earthly paradise, Heav'n's outward court, the way to highest bliss. A man himself doing what God forbade, His house a Bedlam and a bridewell made;
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