Lord! what a busy, restless thing Hast thou made man? Each day, and hour he is on wing, Rests not a span; Then having lost the Sun, and light By clouds surpris'd He keeps a Commerce in the night With air disguis'd; Hadst thou given to this active dust A state untir'd, The lost Son had not left the husk Nor home desir'd; That was thy secret, and it is Thy mercy too, For when all fails to bring to bliss, Then, this must do.Lord, what is man? Why should he cost Thee So dear? What had this ruin lost Thee? Lord, what is man, th Ah! Lord! and what a Purchase will that be To take us sick, that sound would not take thee? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 8 by THOMAS CAMPION A BORDER AFFAIR by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. ON A CHILD by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE BRIDE by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE DRUG STORE by JOHN VAN ALSTYN WEAVER FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE by EDWIN ARNOLD THE SPIRIT OF THE SABBATH by ISIDORE G. ASCHER SEVERUS TO TIBERIUS GREATLY ENNUYE by JOSEPH AUSLANDER ON THE EVE OF DEPARTURE FROM O-- by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |