is all: if that I could
Get without repining;
And My clay, My creature, would
Follow My resigning;
as I did freely part
With My glory and desert,
Left all joys to feel all smart
no more! Thou breakst my heart!
WHEN God at first made Man,
Having a glass of blessings standing by
Let us (said He)
pour on him all we can;
Let the worlds riches, which dispersàed lie,
Contract into a span.
So strength first made a way,
Then beauty flowd, then wisdom, honour, pleasure:
all was out, God made a stay,
Perceiving that, alone of all His treasure,
Rest in the bottom lay.
For if I should (said He)
Bestow this jewel also on My creature,
He would adore My gifts instead
And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature:
So both should losers be.
Yet let him keep the rest,
But keep them with repining restlessness;
Let him be rich and weary,
that at least,
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
May toss him to My breast.
LOVE bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love,
observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lackd anything.
A guest, I answerd, worthy to be here:
Love said, You shall be he.
I, the unkind, ungrateful?
Ah, my dear,
I cannot look on Thee.
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
Who made the eyes but I?
Truth, Lord; but I have marrd them: let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.
And know you
not, says Love, Who bore the blame?
My dear, then I will serve.
You must sit down, says Love, and
taste my meat.
So I did sit and eat.
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