Having been tenant long to a rich lord, <br />Not thriving, I resolved to be bold, <br />And make a suit unto him, to afford <br />A new small-rented lease, and cancel the old. <br />In heaven at his manor I him sought; <br />They told me there that he was lately gone <br />About some land, which he had dearly bought <br />Long since on earth, to take possession. <br />I straight returned, and knowing his great birth, <br />Sought him accordingly in great resorts; <br />In cities, theaters, gardens, parks, and courts; <br />At length I heard a ragged noise and mirth <br />Of thieves and murderers; there I him espied, <br />Who straight, Your suit is granted, said, and died.<br /><br />George Herbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/redemption/
