And Do They So?
"Etenim
res
creatoe
exerto
capite
observantes
expectant
revelationem
Filiorum
Dei.":
"For
created
things,
watching
with
head
erect,
await
the
revelation
of
the
Sons
of
God."
And
do
they
so?
Have
they
a
sense
Of
aught
but
influence?
Can
they
their
heads
lift,
and
expect,
And
groan
too?
Why
the
elect
Can
do
no
more;
my
volumes
said
They
were
all
dull,
and
dead;
They
judged
them
senseless,
and
their
state
Wholly
inanimate.
Go,
go,
seal
up
thy
looks,
And
burn
thy
books.
I
would
I
were
a
stone,
or
tree,
Or
flower,
by
pedigree,
Or
some
poor
highway
herb,
or
spring
To
flow,
or
bird
to
sing!
Then
should
I,
tied
to
one
sure
state,
All
day
expect
my
date;
But
I
am
sadly
loose,
and
stray
A
giddy
blast
each
way;
O
let
me
not
thus
range,
Thou
canst
not
change!
Sometimes
I
sit
with
Thee
and
tarry
An
hour
or
so,
then
vary;
Thy
other
creatures
in
this
scene
Thee
only
aim
and
mean;
Some
rise
to
seek
Thee,
and
with
heads
Erect,
peep
from
their
beds;
Others,
whose
birth
is
in
the
tomb,
And
cannot
quit
the
womb,
Sigh
there,
and
groan
for
Thee,
Their
liberty.
O
let
me
not
do
less!
Shall
they
Watch,
while
I
sleep
or
play?
Shall
I
thy
mercies
still
abuse
With
fancies,
friends,
or
news?
O
brook
it
not!
Thy
blood
is
mine,
And
my
soul
should
be
Thine;
O
brook
it
not!
why
wilt
Thou
stop,
After
whole
showers,
one
drop?
Sure
Thou
wilt
joy
to
see
Thy
sheep
with
Thee.
