With sick and famish'd eyes, With doubling knees and weary bones, To thee my cries, To thee my groans, To… — George Herbert
With sick and famish'd eyes,
With doubling knees and weary bones,
To thee my cries,
To thee my groans,
To thee my sighs, my tears ascend:
No end?My throat, my soul is hoarse;
My heart is wither'd like a ground
Which thou dost curse.
My thoughts turn round,
And make me giddy; Lord, I fall,
Yet call.
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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.
