BAXTER'S ·poEMS, , And that I might thy love the better :'3ee , My.,tutor _thou thyself was pleased to be: As honeycombs are made by patient bees , · Who fetch the matter home by slow degrees, In many days, and from a thousand fio·wers, Not perfecting their work in a few hours : So taught'st thou me to ' 'rait the learning time, Not reachit:J.g first at matters too sublime; Few to maturity of knowledge grow, Who ' think they know, before indeed they know. 'rhou didst improve the thirsty love of truth, Which thou hast given me even in my youth. My labours thou mad'st easy by delight . Each day's success did to the next invite. But 0 the happy method of thy grace ! Which gave my own salvation the first place ! And first resolved me of the utmost end, \V"hich all my after-studies must intend : Shewing me first, why, and for what I must Lay out my studies, that they be not lost : Unhappy men! who follo·w base designs, And are not Christians, when they are divine~ ! 0 that an impio-lts divine were rare! Although the terms a contradiction are. Alas in what a blind and trembling state, Should I all day have at my studies sate, And with how little joy.., or hope of gains, HI had studied still in Satan's chains ! 0 foolish studies ! to consider how The ~ar.th is fixed, and the plants do grow! What is each creature's specifying canse ? And what arc all their orders and their laws ?
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