Henry Vaughan (Генри Воэн)

The Pursuit

LORD! what a busy, restless thing
Hast Thou made man!
Each day and hour he is on wing,
Rests not a span;
Then having lost the sun and light,
By clouds surpris'd,
He keeps a commerce in the night
With air disguis'd.
Hadst Thou given to this active dust
A state untir'd,
The lost son had not left the husk,
Nor home desir'd.
That was Thy secret, and it is
Thy mercy too;
For when all fails to bring to bliss,
Then this must do.
Ah, Lord! and what a purchase will that be,
To take us sick, that sound would not take Thee! 

1. The Relapse
2. The True Christians
3. Joy of My Life While Left Me Here!
4. Upon The Priory Grove, His Usual Retirement
5. The Timber

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