Full of rebellion, I would die, 
Or fight, or travel, or deny
That thou has aught to do with me.
O tame my heart; 
It is thy highest art
To captivate strong holds to thee.

If thou shalt let this venom lurk, 
And in suggestions fume and work, 
My soul will turn to bubbles straight, 
And thence by kind
Vanish into a wind, 
Making thy workmanship deceit.

O smooth my rugged heart, and there
Engrave thy rev'rend law and fear; 
Or make a new one, since the old
Is sapless grown, 
And a much fitter stone
To hide my dust, than thee to hold. 

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Poet: George Herbert
Poem: Nature

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Oct 14 2005
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