When God at first made man,
Having a glass of blessings
standing by,
Let
us, said he, pour on him all we can.
Let
the world’s riches, which dispersèd lie,
Contract
into a span.
So strength first made a way;
Then beauty flowed, then wisdom,
honour, pleasure.
When almost all was out, God made a
stay,
Perceiving that, alone of all his
treasure,
Rest
in the bottom lay.
For
if I should, said he,
Bestow
this jewel also on my creature,
He
would adore my gifts instead of me,
And
rest in Nature, not the God of Nature;
So
both should losers be.
Yet
let him keep the rest,
But
keep them with repining restlessness;
Let
him be rich and weary, that at least,
If
goodness lead him not, yet weariness
May
toss him to my breast.
--George Herbert, The
Pulley
Blessings on Labor Day
from Our Lady of Mount Carmel!
Image source: Chad Miller, The Creation of Man
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