JACOB'S PILLOW
The bed was earth, the raised pillow stones,
Whereon poor Jacob rests his head, his bones;
Heaven was his canopy; the shades of night
Were his drawn curtains, to exclude the light.
Poor state for Israel's heir it seems to me
His cattle found as soft a bed as he:
Yet God appeared there, his joy, his crown;
God is not always seen in beds of down.
Oh, if that God shall please to make my bed,
I care not where I rest my bones, my head;
With Him, my wants can never prove extreme;
With Jacob's pillow give me Jacob's dream.
Philip Quarles.
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