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 discharged the debt, Which this dayes favour did beget? I ranne; but all I brought was fome. Thy diet, care, and cost Do end in bubbles, balls of winde; Of winde to thee whom I have crost, But walls 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NINETEENTH OF APRIL, 1861 by LUCY LARCOM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HARRY WILMANS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NEW YEAR'S VERSES FOR THE CARRIER OF THE MIRROR, 1826 by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD WRETTEN MY ME ON THE DEATH OF MY CHILD PERIGRENE PAYLER by MARY CAREY WINNIPESAUKEE by EDMUND PALMER CLARKE VISIONS IN VERSE: 8. LIFE by NATHANIEL COTTON |