[The Outer Court of the Temple, Detail of Model]from The Temple (1633), by George Herbert:


¶   Employment. (I)

  IF as a flowre doth spread and die,
  Thou wouldst extend me to some good,
Before I were by frosts extremitie
                                            Nipt in the bud;

  The sweetnesse and the praise were thine;
  But the extension and the room,
Which in thy garland I should fill, were mine
                                            At thy great doom.

  For as thou dost impart thy grace,
  The greater shall our glorie be.
The measure of our joyes is in this place,
                                            The stuffe with thee.

  Let me not languish then, and spend
  A life as barren to thy praise,
As is the dust, to which that life doth tend,
                                            But with delaies.

  All things are busie; onely I
  Neither bring hony with the bees,
Nor flowres to make that, nor the husbandrie
                                            To water these.

  I am no link of thy great chain,
  But all my companie is a weed.
Lord place me in thy consort; give one strain
                                            To my poore reed.

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