O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through whom my fingers bend To hold my quill? shall they not do thee right? Of all the creatures both in sea and land Onely to Man thou hast made known thy wayes, And put the penne alone into his hand, And made him Secretarie of thy praise. Beasts fain would sing; birds dittie to their notes; Trees would be tuning on their native lute To thy renown: but all their hands and throats Are brought to Man, while they are lame and mute. Man is the worlds high Priest: he doth present The sacrifice for all; while they below Unto the service mutter an assent, Such as springs use that fall, and windes that blow. He that to praise and laud thee doth refrain, Doth not refrain unto himself alone, But robs a thousand who would praise thee fain, And doth commit a world of sinne in one. The beasts say, Eat me: but, if beasts must teach, The tongue is yours to eat, but mine to praise. The trees say, Pull me: but the hand you stretch, Is mine to write, as it is yours to raise. Wherefore, most sacred Spirit, I here present For me and all my fellows praise to thee: And just it is that I should pay the rent, Because the benefit accrues to me. We all acknowledge both thy power and love To be exact, transcendent, and divine; Who dost so strongly and so sweetly move, While all things have their will, yet none but thine. For either thy command, or thy permission Lay hands on all: they are thy right and left. The first puts on with speed and expedition; The other curbs sinnes stealing pace and theft. Nothing escapes them both; all must appeare, And be disposd, and dressd, and tund by thee, Who sweetly temperst all. If we could heare Thy skill and art, what musick would it be! Thou art in small things great, not small in any: Thy even praise can neither rise, nor fall. Thou art in all things one, in each thing many: For thou art infinite in one and all. Tempests are calm to thee; they know thy hand, And hold it fast, as children do their fathers, Which crie and follow. Thou hast made poore sand Check the proud sea, evn when it swells and gathers. Thy cupboard serves the world: the meat is set, Where all may reach: no beast but knows his feed. Birds teach us hawking; fishes have their net: The great prey on the lesse, they on some weed. Nothing ingendred doth prevent his meat: Flies have their table spread, ere they appeare. Some creatures have in winter what to eat; Others do sleep, and envie not their cheer. How finely dost thou times and seasons spin. And make a twist checkerd with night and day! Which as it lengthens windes, and windes us in, As bouls go on, but turning all the way. Each creature hath a wisdome for his good. The pigeons feed their tender off-spring, crying, When they are callow; but withdraw their food When they are fledge, that need may teach them flying. Bees work for man; and yet they never bruise Their masters flower, but leave it, having done, As fair as ever, and as fit to use; So both the flower doth stay, and hony run. Sheep eat the grasse, and dung the ground for more: Trees after bearing drop their leaves for soil: Springs vent their streams, and by expense get store: Clouds cool by heat, and baths by cooling boil.1 Who hath the vertue to expresse the rare And curious vertues both of herbs and stones? Is there a herb for that? O that thy care Would show a root, that gives expressions! And if an herb hath power, what have the starres? A rose,* besides his beautie, is a cure. Doubtlesse our plagues and plentie, peace and warres Are there much surer then our art is sure. Thou hast hid metals: man may take them thence; But at his peril: when he digs the place, He makes a grave; as if the thing had sense, And threatned man, that he should fill the space. Evn poysons praise thee. Should a thing be lost? Should creatures want for want of heed their due? Since where are poysons, antidots are most: The help stands close, and keeps the fear in view. The sea, which seems to stop the traveller, Is by a ship the speedier passage made. The windes, who think they rule the mariner, Are ruld by him, and taught to serve his trade. And as thy house is full, so I adore Thy curious art in marshalling thy goods. The hills and health abound; the vales with store; The South with marble; North with furres & woods. Hard things are glorious; easie things good cheap. The common all men have; that which is rare, Men therefore seek to have, and care to keep. The healthy frosts with summer-fruits compare. Light without winde is glasse: warm without weight Is wooll and furres: cool without closenesse, shade: Speed without pains, a horse: tall without height, A servile hawk: low without losse, a spade. All countreys have enough to serve their need: If they seek fine things, thou dost make them run For their offence; and then dost turn their speed To be commerce and trade from sunne to sunne. Nothing wears clothes, but Man; nothing doth need But he to wear them. Nothing useth fire, But Man alone, to show his heavnly breed: And onely he hath fuell in desire. When th earth was dry, thou madst a sea of wet: When that lay gatherd, thou didst broach the mountains: When yet some places could no moisture get, The windes grew gardners, and the clouds good fountains. Rain, do not hurt my flowers; but gently spend Your hony drops: presse not to smell them here: When they are ripe, their odour will ascend, And at your lodging with their thanks appeare. How harsh are thorns to pears! and yet they make A better hedge, and need lesse reparation. How smooth are silks compared with a stake, Or with a stone! yet make no good foundation. Sometimes thou dost divide thy gifts to man, Sometimes unite. The Indian nut2 alone Is clothing, meat and trencher,3 drink and kan,4 Boat, cable, sail and needle, all in one. Most herbs5 that grow in brooks, are hot and dry. Cold fruits warm kernells help against the winde. The lemmons juice and rinde cure mutually. The whey of milk doth loose, the milk doth binde. Thy creatures leap not, but expresse a feast, Where all the guests sit close, and nothing wants. Frogs marry fish and flesh; bats, bird and beast; Sponges, non-sense and sense; mines, thearth & plants. To show thou art not bound, as if thy lot Were worse then ours; sometimes thou shiftest hands. Most things move th under-jaw; the Crocodile not. Most things sleep lying; th Elephant leans or stands. But who hath praise enough? nay who hath any? None can expresse thy works, but he that knows them: And none can know thy works, which are so many, And so complete, but onely he that owes them. All things that are, though they have sevrall wayes, Yet in their being joyn with one advise To honour thee: and so I give thee praise In all my other hymnes, but in this twice. Each thing that is, although in use and name It go for one, hath many wayes in store To honour thee; and so each hymne thy fame Extolleth many wayes, yet this one more.
1 "Clouds cool by heat . . ." The heat of the sunshine causes the cool front to rise and form clouds which condense into rain. The rest of the line refers to steam condensing back into the boiling vessel. If someone has a better idea, please . [Return]
2 Indian nut - Now called the coconut tree whose every part is useful. The illustration at left is from John Gerarde (or Gerard), The Herball or Generall Historie of Plantes, (Norton and Whittaker: London, 1633), p. 1522. Similar to the saying that a Native American [OS = American Indian] used every part of the bison [OS = buffalo]. Both examples of usefulness and frugality and, to Herbert, Providence. [Return] [It is said that the Pennsylvania Dutch used every part of the pig but the squeal.]
3 Trencher - A flat piece of wood, circular or rectangular, on which meat was cut up or served. A plate or platter of wood, metal or earthenware. The platter and that which is on it; a store of food. (Oxford English Dictionary) [Return]
4 Kan - obs. can. A vessel for holding liquids. [At this time may include any container, not just sealed tins.] (Oxford English Dictionary) [Return]
5 Herbs and minerals used for medicine are cold or hot, wet or dry. The herbs that grow by the brook have the properties of being hot and dry, as opposed to the brook which is cold and wet. Therefore, one cures the other. They have their nature to be cures and antidotes to human sicknesses. [Return] See also, as one example, "The Rose."
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