George Herbert


THROW away thy rod,
Throw away thy wrath :
                 O my God,
Take the gentle path.

For my hearts desire
Unto thine is bent :
                 I aspire
To a full consent.

Nor a word or look
I affect to own,
                 But by book,
And thy book alone.

Though I fail, I weep :
Though I halt in pace,
                 Yet I creep
To the throne of grace.

Then let wrath remove ;
Love will do the deed :
                 For with love
Stonie hearts will bleed.

Love is swift of foot ;
Love's a man of warre,
                 And can shoot,
And can hit from farre.

Who can scape his bow ?
That which wrought on thee,
                 Brought thee low,
Needs must work on me.

Throw away thy rod ;
Though man frailties hath,
                 Thou art God :
Throw away thy wrath.

Herbert, George. The Poetical Works of George Herbert.
New York: D. Appleton and Co., 1857. 228-229.

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