Classic Poem

1.

Some blind themselves, 'cause possibly they may
  Be led by others a right way;
They build on Sands , which if unmov'd they find,
  'Tis but because there was no Wind .
Less hard 'tis, not to Erre our selves , then know
  If our Fore-fathers err'd or no.
When we trust Men concerning God , we then
  Trust not God concerning Men .

2.

Visions and Inspirations some expect
  Their course here to direct,
Like senseless Chymists their own wealth destroy,
   Imaginary Gold t'enjoy.
So Stars appear to drop to us from skie,
  And gild the passage as they fly:
But when they fall, and meet th'opposing ground,
  What but a sordid Slime is found?

3.

Sometimes their Fancies they 'bove Reason set,
  And Fast , that they may Dream of meat.
Sometimes ill Spi'rits their sickly souls delude,
  And Bastard-Forms obtrude.
So Endors wretched Sorceress , although,
  She Saul through his disguise did know,
Yet when the Dev'il comes up disguis'd , she cries,
  Behold, the Gods arise.

4.

In vain, alas, these outward Hopes are try'd;
   Reason within's our onely Guide .
Reason , which (God be prais'd!) still Walks , for all
  It's old Original Fall .
And since it self the boundless Godhead joyn'd
  With a Reasonable Mind ,
It plainly shows that Mysteries Divine
  May with our Reason joyn.

5.

The Holy Book , like the eighth Sphere , does shine
  With thousand Lights of Truth Divine .
So numberless the Stars , that to the Eye,
  It makes but all one Galaxie .
Yet Reason must assist too, for in Seas
  So vast and dangerous as these,
Our course by Stars above we cannot know,
  Without the Compass too below .

6.

Though Reason cannot through Faiths Myst'eries see,
  It sees that There and such they be;
Leads to Heav'ens Door , and there does humbly keep,
  And there through Chinks and Key-holes peep.
Though it, like Moses , by a sad command
  Must not come in to th' Holy Land ,
Yet thither it infallibly does Guid ,
  And from afar 'tis all Descry'd .