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 The Pulley /  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 dispersed lie,
 Contract into a span.
 
 So strength first made a way,
 Then beauty flow'd, then wisdom, honour, 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.
 
 Liszt, Consolations No.3 'Lento Placido' in Db major / Nathan Milstein, Violin
 
 
 
 
 
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