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Life 292
I made a Posie, while the Day ran by:
Here will I smell my Remnant out, and ty
My Life within This Band.
Meanwhile Time beckoned to the Flowers, and they 293
By Noon most cunningly were stole away,
And withered in my Hand.
My Hand was next to them, and then my Heart:
I took, without more thinking, in Good part
Times gentle Admonition:
Who did so mildly 294 Death’s sad Taste convey,
Making my Mind to smell my Fatal Day;
Yet sweetn’ng the Suspicion.
Farewell dear Flowers, sweetly your Time ye spent,
Fit, while ye lived, for Smell or Ornament,
And after Death for Cures.
I follow straight without complaints or Grief,
Since if My Scent be good, I care not, if
It be as Short as yours
The Pulley 295
When God created Man,
Having a Glass of Blessings standing by;
Let us, said he, pour on him all we can:
Let the World’s Riches, which dispersed lie,
Contract into a Span.
So Strength first made a way;
Then Beauty flowed, then Wisdom, Honour, Pleasure:
When almost all was out, God made a Stay,
Perceiving that alone of all his Treasure
Rest in the bottom lay.
292 Herbert, Temple, #69 (p. 87). Wesley published later in Herbert (1773), 19.
293 Ori.: “But time did becken to the flowers, and they.”
294 Ori.: “sweetly.”
295 Herbert, Temple, #129 (pp. 153–55). Wesley published later in Herbert (1773), 28.
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