Religion
A Wreath.
Religion
A Wreathed garland of deserved praise,
Of praise deserved, unto thee I give,
I give to thee, who knowest all my wayes,
My crooked winding wayes, wherein I live,
Wherein I die, not live: for life is straight,
Straight as a line, and ever tends to thee,
To thee, who art more farre above deceit,
Then deceit seems above simplicitie.
Give me simplicitie, that I may live,
So live and like, that I may know thy wayes,
Know them and practise them: then shall I give
For this poore wreath, give thee a crown of praise.
Cite this poem
MLA
Herbert, George. “A Wreath.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/herbert/159/.
Chicago
Herbert, George. “A Wreath.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/herbert/159/.
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