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George Herbert - Mattens
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          I cannot ope mine eyes,
     But thou art ready there to catch
     My morning-soul and sacrifice:
Then we must needs for that day make a match.

          My God, what is a heart?
     Silver, or gold, or precious stone,
     Or starre, or rainbow, or a part
Of all these things, or all of them in one?

          My God, what is a heart,
     That thou shouldst it so eye, and wooe,
     Powring upon it all thy art,
As if that Thou hadst nothing els to do?

          Indeed, man`s whole estate
     Amounts (and richly) to serve thee:
     He did not heav`n and earth create,
Yet studies them, not him by whom they be.

          Teach me thy love to know;
     That this new light, which now I see,
     May both the work and workman show:
Then by a sunne-beam I will climbe to thee.
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