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George Herbert - Affliction (III)
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My heart did heave, and there came forth, O God! 
By that I knew that thou wast in the grief,  
To guide and govern it to my relief,  
          Making a scepter of the rod:  
               Hadst thou not had Thy part,          
Sure the unruly sigh had broke my heart.  
  
But since thy breath gave me both life and shape,  
Thou knowst my tallies; and when there`s assign`d  
So much breath to a sigh, what`s then behinde?  
          Or if some yeares with it escape,         
               The sigh then onely is  
A gale to bring me sooner to my blisse.  
  
Thy life on earth was grief, and thou art still  
Constant unto it, making it to be  
A point of honour now to grieve in me,         
          And in thy members suffer ill.  
               They who lament one crosse,  
Thou dying dayly, praise thee to thy losse.
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