Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store, Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till… — George Herbert
Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,
Though foolishly he lost the same,
Decaying more and more,
Till he became
Most poor:
With thee
O let me rise
As larks, harmoniously,
And sing this day thy victories:
Then shall the fall further the flight in me.
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Who would have thought my shrivel'd heart
Could have recovered greenness?
Whereas if the heart be moved,
Although the verse be somewhat scant,
God doth supply the want.
Thy rope of sands,
Which petty thoughts have made, and made to thee
Good cable, to enforce and draw,
And be thy law,
While thou didst wink and wouldst not see.
