¶ Praise. (II)
KIng of Glorie, King of Peace, I will love thee: And that love may never cease, I will move thee. Thou hast granted my request, Thou hast heard me: Thou didst note my working breast, Thou hast spard me. Wherefore with my utmost art I will sing thee, And the cream of all my heart I will bring thee. Though my sinnes against me cried, Thou didst cleare me; And alone, when they replied, Thou didst heare me. Sevn whole dayes, not one in seven, I will praise thee. In my heart, though not in heaven, I can raise thee. Thou grewst soft and moist with tears, Thou relentedst: And when Justice calld for fears, Thou disentedst. Small it is, in this poore sort To enroll thee: Evn eternitie is to short To extoll thee. |
Note: the first line of this and "L'Envoy" are the same and are, therefore, confused. [Not sure which: "King of Glory, King of Peace" (for SATB choir and organ) Copyright 1993 by Ralph R. Prime.] Music Interpretations of the poem:
Criticism: "Unstrung Conversations: Herbert's Negotiations with God" by Susannah B. Mintz. Philological Quarterly, Wntr 1998 v77 i1 p41(1). [Poems cited: "Prayer (I)," "Praise (II)," "Holdfast," "Longing," "The Collar," "Sighs and Groans," "Deniall," "Clasping of Hands," "Content," "Temper (I)."] For links on Music and George Herbert.
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