The Lesson. ibid.
I
What Lesson reads Heav'n's Master now
Is't not too high for Worms below?
Can most immeasurable He
Shroud in our scant capacity?
Does not the very plainest Alphabet
Of Heav'nly Wisdom pose our quickest Wit?
II
Know then, that tho' He Sovereign be
In Wisdom's glorious Monarchy;
He's so in Mercy's too, and can
Stoop to the lowest Form of Man.
He who himself unto the Cross did bow,
Will not disdain to teach true Wisdom now.
III
Witness his easy Lesson, which
Tho' Heav'nly, doth no higher reach
Than Lowliness: and who is he
Who here can want Capacity?
Descent's Earth's natural Motion, and how
Can it be hard for Sons of Clay to bow?
IV
Come learn of Me, for meek am I
And lowly, cryeth the Most High.
Ne'er didst thou in Lyceum, ne'er
In the grave Porch this Lesson hear;
The lofty Academy ne'er could reach
So high as this most lowly Lesson's pitch.
V
O study then with all thy Art
This Lesson how to get by Heart:
By Heart, by Heart it must be got,
And not upon thy outside float.
Meekness is then right built, when thou canst find
Her Ground-work in the bottom of thy Mind.
