George Herbert


                    SINCE, Lord, to thee
            A narrow way and little gate
Is all the passage, on my infancie
            Thou didst lay hold, and antedate
                    My faith in me.

                    O let me still
            Write thee great God, and me a childe :
Let me be soft and supple to thy will,
            Small to myself, to others milde,
                    Behither ill.

                    Although by stealth
            My flesh get on ;  yet let her sister
My soul bid nothing, but preserve her wealth :
            The growth of flesh is but a blister ;
                    Childhood is health.

Herbert, George. The Poetical Works of George Herbert.
New York: D. Appleton and Co., 1857. 50-51.

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