“O Thou, whose glorious, yet contracted light”

All after pleasures as I rid one day,
My horse and I, both tir’d, bodie and minde,
With full crie of affections, quite astray,
I took up in the next inne I could finde.

There when I came, whom found I but my deare,
My dearest Lord, expecting till the grief
Of pleasures brought me to him, readie there
To be all passengers most sweet relief?

O Thou, whose glorious, yet contracted light,
Wrapt in nights mantle, stole into a manger;
Since my dark soul and brutish is thy right,
To Man of all beasts be not thou a stranger:

Furnish & deck my soul, that thou mayst have
A better lodging then a rack or grave.

George Herbert

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1 Response to “O Thou, whose glorious, yet contracted light”

  1. malcolmsnotes says:

    To man of all beasts be thou not a stranger.

    What a powerful line. And may God grant it be true.


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