Having a glass of blessings standing by,
‘Let us’ (said he) ‘pour on him all we can;
‘Let the world's richest, which dispersed lie,
Contract into a span.’
So strength first made a way;
Then beauty flow’d, then wisdom, honour, pleasure.
When almost all was out, God made a stay,
Perceiving that alone of all his treasure
Rest at the bottom lay.
‘For if I should (said he)
‘Bestow this jewel also on my creature,
He would adore my gifts instead of me,
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.’
--George Herbert (1593-1633), Welsh-born Anglican priest, parson, preacher, and poet.
Image: Jesus Prays in Gethsemane, David Popiashvili, Georgian artist based in Tbilisi.
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