George Herbert

Here you will find the Poem Affliction (II) of poet George Herbert

Affliction (II)

Kill me not ev'ry day, 
Thou Lord of life, since thy one death for me
Is more than all my deaths can be, 
Though I in broken pay
Die over each hour of Methusalem's stay.

If all men's tears were let
Into one common sewer, sea, and brine; 
What were they all, compar'd to thine? 
Wherein if they were set, 
They would discolour thy most bloody sweat.

Thou art my grief alone, 
Thou Lord conceal it not: and as thou art
All my delight, so all my smart: 
Thy cross took up in one, 
By way of imprest, all my future moan.