I'll ne'er believe that the Arch-Architect <br />With all these fires the heavenly arches decked <br />Only for show, and with their glistening shields <br />To amaze the poor shepherds watching in the fields: <br />I'll ne'er believe that the least flower that pranks <br />Our garden borders, or the common banks, <br />And the least stone that in her warming lap <br />Our kind nurse Earth doth covetously wrap <br />Hath some peculiar virtue of its own, <br />And that the glorious stars of Heaven have none, <br />But shine in vain, and have no charge precise, <br />But to be walking in Heaven's galleries, <br />And through the palace up and down to clamber <br />As golden gulls about a presence-chamber.<br /><br />Joshua Sylvester<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-glorious-stars-of-heaven/
