Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE PURSUIT, by HENRY VAUGHAN

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First Line: Lord! What a busy, restless thing
Last Line: To take us sick, that sound would not take thee?
Alternate Author Name(s): Silurist

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?

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