The Dialogue

Q. Why dost thou tell me that the fields are mine?
A. Becaus for thee the fields so richly shine.
Q. Am I the Heir of the Works of Men?
A. For thee they dress, for thee manure them.
Q. Did I my self by them intended see,
That I the Heir of their Works should be,
It well would pleas; But they themselvs intend:
I therfore am not of their Works the End.
A. The reall Benefit of all their Works,
Wherin such mighty Joy & Beauty lurks,
Derives its self to thee; to thee doth com,
As do the Labors of the Shining Sun;
Which doth not think on thee at all, my Friend,
Yet all his Beams of Light on thee do tend:
For thee they shine & do themselvs display;
For thee they do both make & gild the Day;
For thee doth rise that glorious Orb of Light;
For thee it sets, & so givs way for Night;
That glorious Bridegroom daily shews his face,
Adorns the World, & swiftly runs his Race,
Disperseth Clouds, & raiseth Vapors too,
Exciteth Winds, distills the Rain & Dew,
Concocteth Mines, & makes the liquid Seas
Contribute Moisture to the neighb'ring Leas,
Doth quicken Beasts, revive thy vital Powers,
Thrusts forth the Grass,& beautifies thy Flowers,
By tacit Causes animats the Trees,
As they do Thee so he doth cherish Bees,
Digesteth Mettals, raiseth Fruit & Corn,
Makes Rivers flow, & Mountains doth adorn:
All these it doth, not by its own Design,
But by thy God's, which is far more divine;
Who so disposeth Things, that they may be
In Hev'n & Earth kind Ministers to Thee:
And tho the Men that toil for Meat, & Drink,
And Cloaths, or Houses, do not on Thee think;
Yet all their Labors by His hevenly Care
To Thee, in Mind or Body, helpful are:
And that God thus intends thy little Self,
Should pleas thee more, than if to heap up Wealth
For Thee, all Men did work, & sweat, & bleed;
Mean Thee alone (my Friend) in ev'ry Deed.