~61. The H~/lory of SA lvf PS 0 N. Mufi Angels leave their Thrones of glory thus, To watch our footfieps, and attendon us ? , , How gbod a God have we! whofe eyes can wink, For fear they fbould difcover the bafe fink ' Ofour Ioarh:d fins; how doth he flop his ear, le[l when they call for ]ufi:ice, he fhould hea.r .? How often, ah, how often doth he fend His williqg Angel,s, hourly to attend Our tteps; and with his bounty, to fuppiy Pur helpkfs wants, at qur falfe-hearred cry? The bounr~ous Ocean with a liberal hanq, Tranfports her laden rreafure to the land ; Enriches every Port, and mak.es each Town flrou~ with that wealth, which now fhe calls her own ; · And what r~rurn they for fo great a gain, But links an~ noifome gutters, back again? f:ven fo (great God ) thou fend'fi thy bl~ffings i~, And \-Ve return thee Dunghils ofour fin : flow are thy Angels qackneid up and down To vifit man ? How poorty do we crown Their bl~fied labours? Tney with joy difmount laden with blefllngs ', but return th' account ~ffilth and tr'afh j They bring th' unvalued priz~ Ofgrace and promis'd glory,while our eyes Difd.tin thele heavenly FaCtours, and refufe Their profer'd wares-; affecting mare, to chufe A grain ofpl~afure, rh~n aj~m 0'r gl~ry; ' 'Ve find nq,sreafure, ~ut in tran-fitory . . _ r And e'!rt}l~'b·red toy~s~ wl)ile things immortal flan~ Like garrn~nt~, tp be fold at fecond hand : . Great God, Thciu kno~v 'fi we are but fte!handblood i. Ahls !we Glh interpret nothing good, But what is evi l~ ·ueceitful are our joyes, . 'Ve are but children, and we whine for royes :, Of things unknown there can be no de{ire; ~, ic,k(!n· our heart~ V\ ith the crelefti<\l fire ' • ' < • ' • • > ()f
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