If thou could'st empty all thyself of self, <br />Like to a shell dishabited, <br />Then might He find thee on the ocean shelf, <br />And say, 'This is not dead', <br />And fill thee with Himself instead. <br /> <br />But thou art all replete with very thou <br />And hast such shrewd activity, <br />That when He comes, He says, 'This is enow <br />Unto itself - 'twere better let it be, <br />It is so small and full, there is no room for me.'<br /><br />Sir Thomas Browne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-thou-could-st-empty-all-thyself-of-self/
