XLIII. Of Fowls flying in the Air.
Methinks I see a Sight most excellent,
All Sorts of Birds fly in the Firmament:
Some great, some small, all of a divers kind,
Mine Eye affecting, pleasant to my Mind.
Look how they tumble in the wholesom Air,
Above the World of Wordlings, and their care.
And as they divers are in Bulk and Hue,
So are they in their way of flying too.
So many Birds, so many various things,
Tumbling i'th' Element upon their Wings.
Comparison.
These Birds are Emblems of those men, that shall
Ere long possess the Heavens, their All in All.
They are each of a divers shape, and kind;
To teach, we of all Nations there shall find.
They are some great, some little, as we see;
To shew, some great, some small, in Glory be.
Their flying diversly, as we behold;
Do shew Saints Joys will there be manifold.
Some glide, some mount, some flutter, and some do,
In a mixt way of flying, glory too.
And all to shew each Saint, to his content,
Shall roul and tumble in that Firmament.
