The Ways of Wisdom

These sweeter far than lilies are,
No roses may with these compare!
How these excel
No tongue can tell,
Which he that well and truly knows
With praise and joy he goes!
How great and happy's he that knows his ways
To be divine and heavenly Joys:
To whom each city is more brave
Than walls of pearl and streets which gold doth pave:
Whose open eyes
Behold the skies;
Who loves their wealth and beauty more
Than kings love golden ore!
Who sees the heavenly ancient ways
Of God the Lord with joy and praise,
More than the skies
With open eyes
Doth prize them all; yea, more than gems,
And regal diadems;
That more esteemeth mountains, as they are,
Than if they gold and silver were:
To whom the sun more pleasure brings
Than crowns and thrones and palaces to kings:
That knows his ways
To be the joys
And way of God--those things who knows
With joy and praise he goes!