Hand put forth from Heaven thorow a Cloud, at our Birth put us into
this Waggon and governs us all the day. In the evening of our life, at
the end of the day, Death is the same Divine Will as a naked Hand of pure
Love, shining forth from an open Heaven of clear light and glory, taking
our Soul and Body out of the Waggon and Traces of this fleshly Image and
leading them immediately into their Inn."[43]

Everything in the universe, he believes, is double. The things that are
seen are copies--often faint and shadowy--of That which is. Every
particular thing "below" corresponds to an eternal reality "above." Even
those things which appear thin and shallow possess an infinite depth, or
we may just as well say an infinite height. "Didst thou ever descry," he
asks, "a glorious eternity in a winged moment of Time? Didst thou ever
see a bright Infinite in the narrow point of an Object? Then thou
knowest what Spirit means--that spire-top whither all things ascend
harmoniously, where they meet and sit connected in an unfathomed Depth of
Life."[44] And the immense congeries of things and events, even "the
jarring and tumultuous contrarieties," "through the whole world, through
the whole compass of time, through both the bright and the black Regions
of Life and Death," consent and melodize in one celestial music {283} and
perfect harmony of Divine purpose.[45] "The stops and shakes make music
as well as the stroaks and sounds," even Death and Hell "are bound by a
gold chain with shining links of Love" to the throne of God.[46]

He outdoes even the "pillar" Quakers, his contemporaries in later life,
in his proclamation of a Divine Root and Seed in the soul of man. In
words almost precisely like those which Barclay used later in his
_Apology_, he says: "There is a spiritual man that lies hid under the
natural man as seed under the ground,"[47] or, again, "go into thyself
beyond thy natural man, and thou shalt meet the Spirit of God."[48]
There is "something eternal," "a seminal infiniteness," in the soul, its
native Root and Bottom, consubstantial with it and inseparable from it.
"It lasts on through all forms, wearing them out, casting them off for
new forms, through which it manifests itself, until it finally brings us
back into Itself and becomes our only clothing."[49] But though
"native," it is not a part or function of the natural, psychical man, it
is not of the "finite creature." It is from above, a transcendent
Re