Grace Compar'd to the Sun

Grace as the Sun, incessantly its light
Dilates upon the Vniversall face.
Pagans that sit in Antipodian night
Tast, by reflex of reason, beames of grace.
Their sickly planet (Queen of night not sleep)
Her wakefull eye in the Suns beames may steep.

Grace is the Soules Soul; the informing part
Reason (like Phosphere) ushers in the day;
But the terene affections of the heart
Repell which Pharean clouds this sacred ray.
Internall, as externall night alone
Springs from the Earths interposition.

Goodnesse is priz'd by her own latitude;
The Persian (wisest of Idolaters)
Adores the Sun as the most common good,
From whose balm Natures hand nothing interrs.
Worse then the Caliph is that votary
Who worships a lesse loving deity.

The Sun would raise this Globe to nobler birth,
Transforming into Gold each minerall;
But in disposure of the Stubbourn Earth
Renders his vertue ineffectuall?
Thus grace endeavours all to sublimate:
Then blame thy selfe if not regenerate.