So all we know of what they do above, Is that they happy are, and that they love.

To love is to believe, to hope, to know; Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!

Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above.

His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.

Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.

All human things Of dearest value hang on slender strings.