Jehovah's a Spirit the scriptures declare,
And Christ hath insisted on spiritual prayer;
No worship can please if the Spirit's not there;
All carnal religion is feign'd:

The blind he instructeth, and opens their eyes;
The preacher with matter he richly supplies;
He teacbeth the fool, but he blindeth the wise:
Without him all preaching is vain.

Men fitted with science all nature reveres,
They predict eclipses, and reckon the stars;

And read Fortune's frowns, and the smiles that she bears,

But ne'er let her aspects be mixt;

They unswaddle Nature's mysterious folds,
And tell how the globe diurnally rolls,

Yea, measure the line which reaches the poles,

And shew how these axes are fixt.

To gospel Astronomy I can agree,

For Jesus, the Day-star, is pleasing to me;
The rays of that Sun, and the balm they convey,

Delighteth the wisest of men.

The art of astrology none should reject;

To cast a nativity is to reflect;

If Jesus and conscience are found to compact,

It predicts a peaceable end.

The science of Botany's certainly sound,
If Christ is revealed as the plant of renown;
That mystical Root is such wisdom profound,

Too deep for blind nature to scan:
The art of Anatomy none should despise,
Because 'tis in practice so much by the wise;
No art shall excel it that mortals devise,
But let it dissect the old man.

The art of geometry none should disprove;
It fathoms the deep, and it soareth above;
It grasps Omnipresence, which all Christians love;

And fixes the whole in the mind.

Geology describeth the parts of the earth,

And leads to the mountain-the place of Christ's death; If it leads to a Bethel, or spiritual birth,

That art must be good in its kind.

SPIRITUAL BIRTH.

A

DIVINE POEM.