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THE FIELD, THE WORLD.
Consider thou,—the world wherein we liveIs God's great field for wise experiment;
And there, except what mercy must forgive,
All go their rounds by rule and measurement,
True root and fruit, fit cause and consequent:
And angels watch us well; those loving minds
Note every just effect, and mean, and cause,
And each Intelligence delighted finds
In all the working of eternal laws,
And so adores the Ruler: faith in Him
Makes every riddle clear that else were dim;
And all our trials to one issue tend,
That issue, dear to saints and cherubim,
God's glory,—our beginning, middle, end.
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