It cannot be. Where is that mighty joy, <br />Which just now took up all my heart? <br />Lord, if thou must needs use thy dart, <br />Save that, and me; or sin for both destroy. <br /> <br />The grosser world stand to thy word and art; <br />But thy diviner world of grace <br />Thou suddenly dost raise and race, <br />And ev'ry day a new Creator art <br /> <br />O fix thy chair of grace, that all my powers <br />May also fix their reverence: <br />For when thou dost depart from hence, <br />They grow unruly, and sit in thy bowers. <br /> <br />Scatter, or bind them all to bend to thee: <br />Though elements change, and heaven move, <br />Let not thy higher Court remove, <br />But keep a standing Majesty in me.<br /><br />George Herbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-temper-ii/
