The Angels

  And since this life our nonage is, 
And we in wardship to Thine angels be, 
  Native in heaven’s fair palaces 
Where we shall be but denizen’d by Thee ; 
              As th’ earth conceiving by the sun, 
              Yields fair diversity, 
Yet never knows what course that light doth run ; 
So let me study that mine actions be 
Worthy their sight, though blind in how they see.