A wreathed garland of deserved praise, <br />Of praise deserved, unto thee I give, <br />I give to thee, who knowest all my wayes, <br />My crooked winding wayes, wherein I live, <br />Wherein I die, not live : for life is straight, <br />Straight as a line, and ever tends to thee, <br />To thee, who art more farre above deceit, <br />Then deceit seems above simplicitie. <br />Give me simplicitie, that I may live, <br />So live and like, that I may know thy wayes, <br />Know them and practise them : then shall I give <br />For this poore wreath, give thee a crown of praise.<br /><br />George Herbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wreath/
