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Henry Vaughan - The PursuitHenry Vaughan - The Pursuit
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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. Ah, Lord ! and what a purchase will that be, To take us sick, that sound would not take Thee !
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