God made Man upright at the first;

Man made himself by Sin accurst:

Sin is a Deviation from the Way

Of God: 'Tis that wherin a Man doth stray

From the first Path wherin he was to walk,

From the first Theme he was to talk.

His Talk was to be all of Prais,

Thanksgiving, Rapture, Holy-days;

For nothing els did with his State agree;

Being full of Wonder and Felicity,

He was in thankful sort to meditate

Upon the Throne in which he sate.

No Gold, nor Trade, nor Silver there,

Nor Cloaths, nor Coin, nor Houses were,

No gaudy Coaches, Feasts, or Palaces,

Nor vain Inventions newly made to pleas;

But Native Truth, and Virgin-Purity,

An uncorrupt Simplicity.

His faithful Heart, his Hands, and Eys

He lifted up unto the Skies;

The Earth he wondring kneel'd upon; the Air,

He was surrounded with; the Trees, the fair

And fruitful Fields, his needful Treasures were;

And nothing els he wanted there.

The World its self was his next Theme,

Wherof himself was made Supream:

He had an Angel's Ey to see the Price

Of evry Creature; that made Paradise:

He had a Tongue, yea more, a Cherub's Sense

To feel its Worth and Excellence.

Encompass'd with the Fruits of Lov,

He crowned was with Heven abov,

Supported with the Foot-stool of God's Throne,

A Globe more rich than Gold or precious Stone,

The fertil Ground of Pleasure and Delight,

Encircled in a Sphere of Light.

The Sense of what He did possess

Fill'd him with Joy and Thankfulness;

He was transported even here on Earth,

As if he then in Heven had his Birth:

The truth is, Heven did the Man surround,

The Earth being in the middle found.