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George Herbert - The Method
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          Poore heart, lament,
For since thy God refuseth still,
There is some rub, some discontent,
          Which cools his will.

          Thy Father could.
Quickly effect, what thou dost move;
For he is Power: and sure he would;
          For he is Love.

          Go search this thing,
Tumble thy breast and turn thy book:
If thou hadst lost a glove or ring,
          Wouldst thou not look?

          What do I see
Written above there? Yesterday
I did behave me carelessly,
          When I did pray.

          And should God`s eare
To such indifferents chained be,
Who do not their own motions heare?
          Is God lesse free?

          But stay! what`s there?
Late when I would have something done,
I had a motion to forbear,
          Yet I went on.

          And should God`s care,
Which needs not man, by ty`d to those
Who heare not him, but quickly heare
          His utter foes?

          Then once more pray:
Down with thy knees, up with thy voice:
Seek pardon first, and God will say,
          Glad heart rejoyce.
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