View but this tulip, rose, or
And by a finite, see an infinite power.
These flowers into their chaos were retired
Till human art them
raised and reinspired
With beating, macerating, fermentation,
Calcining, chemically, with segregation;
Then, lest the air these secrets should reveal,
Shut up the ashes under
Then, with a candle or a gentle fire,
You may reanimate at your desire
gallant plants; but if you cool the glass,
first principles they’ll quickly pass:
From sulfur, salt, and mercury they came;
When they dissolve, they turn into the same.
Then, seeing a wretched mortal hath the power
To recreate a
Virbius of a flower,
Why should we fear, though sadly we retire
cause? Our God will reinspire
dormant dust, and keep alive the same
all-quick’ning, everlasting flame.
Then, though I into
atoms scattered be,
indivisibles I’ll trust in Thee.
Then let this comfort me in my sad
Dust is but four degrees removed from glory
Nature’s paths, but God from death and night
Can raise this flesh to endless life and light.
Then, my impatient soul, contented be,
For thou a glorious spring
ere long shalt see.
After these gloomy shades of death and sorrow,
Thou shalt enjoy an everlasting morrow.
As wheat in new-plowed furrows rotting lies,
Incapable of quick’ning till it dies,
So into dust this flesh of mine must turn
And lie a while forgotten in my urn.
Yet when the sea, and earth, and Hell shall give
Their treasures up, my body too shall live:
Not like the resurrection at Grand Caire,
Where men revive, then straight of life despair;
But, with my soul, my flesh shall reunite
And ne’er involvéd be with death and night,
But live in endless pleasure, love, and light.
hallelujahs will I sing to thee,
My gracious God, to all eternity.
Then at thy dissolution patient be:
If man can raise a flower, God can thee.