THE TEMPER. (II)|
IT cannot be. Where is that mightie joy,
Which just now took up all my heart ?
Lord ! if thou must needs use thy dart,
Save that, and me ; or sin for both destroy.
The grosser world stands to thy word and art ;
But thy diviner world of grace
Thou suddenly dost raise and race,
And ev'ry day a new Creatour art.
O fix thy chair of grace, that all my powers
May also fix their reverence :
For when thou dost depart from hence,
They grow unruly, and sit in thy bowers.
Scatter, or binde them all to bend to thee :
Though elements change, and heaven move ;
Let not thy higher Court remove,
But keep a standing Majestie in me.
Herbert, George. The Poetical Works of George Herbert.
New York: D. Appleton and Co., 1857. 68.
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