Weighing the steadfastness and state <br />Of some mean things which here below reside, <br />Where birds like watchful clocks the noiseless date <br />And intercourse of times divide; <br />Where bees at night get home and hive, and flowers <br />Early, as well as late, <br />Rise with the sun, and set in the same bowers; <br /> <br />I would, said I, my God would give <br />The staidness of these things to man! for these <br />To His divine appointments ever cleave, <br />And no new business breaks their peace; <br />The birds nor sow nor reap, yet sup and dine; <br />The flowers without clothes live, <br />Yet Solomon was never dressed so fine. <br /> <br />Man hath still either toys or care; <br />He hath no root, nor to one place is tied, <br />But ever restless and irregular <br />About this earth doth run and ride; <br />He knows he hath a home, but scarce knows where; <br />He says it is so far <br />That he hath quite forgot how to go there. <br /> <br />He knocks at all doors, strays and roams, <br />Nay, hath not so much wit as some stones have, <br />Which in the darkest nights point to their homes <br />By some hid sense their Maker gave; <br />Man is the shuttle, to whose winding quest <br />And passage through these looms <br />God ordered motion, but ordained no rest.<br /><br />Henry Vaughan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/man-46/
