The Gifts of God

George Herbert (1593–1633)

WHEN God at first made man,

Having a glass of blessings standing by,

Let us (said he) pour on him all we can:

Let the world’s riches, which dispersèd lie,

Contract into a span.

So strength first made a way;

Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honor, pleasure:

When almost all was out, God made a stay,

Perceiving that, alone, of all his treasure,

Rest in the bottom lay.

For if I should (said he)

Bestow this jewel also on my creature,

He would adore my gifts instead of me,

And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature:

So both should losers be.

Yet let him keep the rest,

But keep them with repining restlessness:

Let him be rich and weary, that, at least,

If goodness lead him not, yet weariness

May toss him to my breast.