Book I, 65: On Iacobs Pillow

The Bed, was Earth: The raised Pillow, Stones,
Whereon poore Iacob rests his head, his Bones;
Heav'n was his Canopy; The Shades of night
Were his drawne Curtaines, to exclude the Light:
Poore State for Isacks heyre! It seemes to me,
His Cattell found as soft a Bed, as Hee:
Yet God appeared there, his Ioy, his Crowne;
God is not alway seene in Beds of Doune:
O, if that God shall please to make my Bed,
I care not where I rest my Bones, my Head;
With Thee, my wants can never proove extreame;
With Iacobs Pillow, give me Iacobs Dreame.