The Gifts of God

…from the quills of the dead white poets

 George Herbert (1593 – 1633)

 When God at first made Man

Having a glass of blessing standing by;

‘Let us,’ said He, ‘pour on him all we can:

Let the world’s riches, which dispersed lie,

Contract into a span.’

So strength first made a way;

Then beauty flow’d, then wisdom, honour, pleasure:

When almost all was out, God made a stay,

Perceiving that alone, of all His treasure,

Rest in the bottom lay.

‘For if I should,’ said He,

‘Bestow this jewel also on My creature,

He would adore My gifts instead of Me,

And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature:

So both should losers be.

Yet let him keep the rest,

But keep them with repining restlessness:

Let him be rich and weary, that at least,

If goodness lead him not, yet weariness

May toss him to My breast.’

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