4 He that doth seek and love The things above, Whose spirit ever poor is, meek, and low; Who simple still and wise, Still homeward flies, Quick to advance, and to retreat most slow. 5 Whose acts, words, and pretence Have all one sense, One aim and end; who walks not by his sight; Whose eyes are both put out, And goes about Guided by faith, not by exterior light. 6 Who spills no blood, nor spreads Thorns in the beds Of the distressed, hasting their overthrow; Making the time they had Bitter and sad, Like chronic pains, which surely kill, though slow. 7 Who knows earth nothing hath Worth love or wrath, But in his Hope and Rock is ever glad. Who seeks and follows peace, When with the ease And health of conscience it is to be had. 8 Who bears his cross with joy, And doth employ His heart and tongue in prayers for his foes; Who lends not to be paid, And gives full aid Without that bribe which usurers impose. 9 Who never looks on man Fearful and wan, But firmly trusts in God; the great man's measure, Though high and haughty, must Be ta'en in dust; But the good man is God's peculiar treasure. 10 Who doth thus, and doth not These good deeds blot With bad, or with neglect; and heaps not wrath By secret filth, nor feeds Some snake, or weeds, Cheating himself--That man walks in this path. JACOB'S PILLOW AND PILLAR. I see the temple in thy pillar reared, And that dread glory which thy children feared, In mild, clear visions, without a frown, Unto thy solitary self is shown. 'Tis number makes a schism: throngs are rude, And God himself died by the multitude. This made him put on clouds, and fire, and smoke; Hence he in thunder to thy offspring spoke. The small, still voice at some low cottage knocks, But a strong wind must break thy lofty rocks.