BLEST be the God of love,
Who gave me eyes, and light, and power this day,
        Both to be busie, and to play.
        But much more blest be God above,

                Who gave me sight alone,
        Which to himself he did denie :
        For when he sees my waies, I dy :
But I have got his sonne, and he hath none.

                What have I brought thee home
For this thy love? have I discharg’d the debt,
        Which this dayes favour did beget?
        I ranne ; but all I brought, was some.

                Thy diet, care, and cost
        Do end in bubbles, balls of winde ;
        Of winde to thee whom I have crost,
But balls of wilde-fire to my troubled minde.

                Yet still thou goest on,
And now with darknesse closest wearie eyes,
        Saying to man, It doth suffice :
        Henceforth repose ; your work is done.

                Thus in thy Ebony box
        Thou dost inclose us, till the day
        Put our amendment in our way,
And give new wheels to our disorder’d clocks.

                I muse, which shows more love,
The day or night ; that is the gale, this th’ harbour ;
        That is the walk, and this the arbour ;
        Or that the garden, this the grove.

                My God, thou art all love.
        Not one poore minute 'scapes thy breast,
        But brings a favour from above ;
And in this love, more than in bed, I rest.


Herbert, George. The Poetical Works of George Herbert.
New York: D. Appleton and Co., 1857. 78-79.

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