Unprofitableness
Henry Vaughan
1621 to 1695
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Thus thou all day a thankless weed dost dress,
How rich, O Lord! how fresh thy visits are!
Wear in my bosom a full sun; such store
To wait upon thy wreath?
But, ah, my God! what fruit hast thou of this?
Hath one beam from thy eyes.
Their sad decays, I flourish, and once more
I smell a dew like myrrh, and all the day
Breath all perfumes, and spice;
And when th'hast done, a stench or fog is all
Their spiciness and blood;
Their youth, and beauty, cold showers nipt, and wrung
Sullied with dust and mud;
But since thou didst in one sweet glance survey
Each snarling blast shot through me, and did share
'Twas but just now my bleak leaves hopeless hung
What one poor leaf did ever I yet fall
The odor I bequeath.