Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE PURSUIT, by HENRY VAUGHAN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography 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? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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