THE CHURCH-FLOORE. |
MARK you the floore ? that square and speckled stone,
Which looks so firm and strong,
Is Patience :
And th’ other black and grave, wherewith each one
Is checker’d all along,
The gentle rising, which on either hand
Leads to the Quire above,
Is Confidence :
But the sweet cement, which in one sure band
Ties the whole frame, is Love
Hither sometimes Sinne steals, and stains
The marbles neat and curious veins :
But all is cleansed when the marble weeps.
Sometimes Death, puffing at the doore,
Blows all the dust about the floore :
But while he thinks to spoil the room, he sweeps.
Blest be the Architect, whose art
Could build so strong in a weak heart.
Herbert, George. The Poetical Works of George Herbert.
New York: D. Appleton and Co., 1857. 82-83.
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