George Herbert


AS he that sees a dark and shadie grove,
       Stayes not, but looks beyond it on the skie ;
       So when I view my sinnes, mine eyes remove
More backward still, and to that water flie,

Which is above the heavíns, whose spring and vent
       Is in my dear Redeemers pierced side.
       O blessed streams !  either ye do prevent
And stop our sinnes from growing thick and wide,

Or else give tears to drown them, as they grow.
       In you Redemption measures all my time,
       And spreads the plaister equall to the crime :
You taught the book of life my name, that so,

       Whatever future sinnes should me miscall,
       Your first acquaintance might discredit all.

Herbert, George. The Poetical Works of George Herbert.
New York: D. Appleton and Co., 1857. 50.

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