¶ The Church-floore.
MArk you the floore? that square & speckled stone, Which looks so firm and strong, Is Patience: And th other black and grave, where with each one Is checkerd all along, Humilitie: The gentle rising, which on either hand Leads to the Quire above, Is Confidence: But the sweet cement, which in one sure band Ties the whole frame, is Love And Charitie. Hither sometimes Sinne steals, and stains The marbles neat and curious veins: But all is cleansed when the marble weeps. Sometimes Death, puffing at the Doore, Blows all the dust about the floore: But while he thinks to spoil the room, he sweeps. Blest be the Architect, whose art Could build so strong in a weak heart.
Engraving of Little Gidding interior. Mark you the floor.
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