22 BAXTER'S POEMS, But to the unseen cause, as it is better, Our love of estimation would be greater. And even a knowledge general and dark, Would be the chooser of our end and mark. That love's most sensible, which sense doth breed; But that com1'nands, which faith and reason feed . The country than the map, I must confess, Is much less known; but ·is not known as less. A great and certain object should do more, Though darkly known, than trifles at my door: An unseen kingdom would with men prevail, To leave their native place and hoist up sail, And venture over stormy boisterous seas : (please. Which shews that great things, though unseen, most No wonder if the knowledge be most clear, Of little things which to the sense are near; These narrow parcels we can comprehend, When unseen greatness doth the mind transcend : But yet this moves the wheels, and is the spring, Before the nearest sight of some small thing. That is most loved, which I make my end ; To which my great designs and actions tend ; For which I can all other treasure spend, Although I do it ·darkly apprehend. 0 my dear God! how precious is thy love! Unveiled fully to thy saints above! As fire first kindleth on the nearest wood, My sense thus fixed on the nearest good: And where sense fixed, there with greatest sense, The mind did exercise its complacence. It seem'd more cold to that which distant was Yet still looks farther as I forward pass .
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