Hillary Johnson

“Throw away thy rod, throw away thy wrath; O my God, take the gentle path.”
― George Herbert

“I live to shew his power, who once did bring
My joyes to weep, and now my griefs to sing”
― George Herbert

“O who will show me those delights on high?
Echo. I.
Thou Echo, thou art mortall, all men know.
Echo. No.
Wert thou not born among the trees and leaves?
Echo. Leaves.
And are there any leaves, that still abide?
Echo. Bide.
What leaves are they? impart the matter wholly.
Echo. Holy.
Are holy leaves the Echo then of blisse?
Echo. Yes.
Then tell me, what is that supreme delight?
Echo. Light.
Light to the minde : what shall the will enjoy?
Echo. Joy.
But are there cares and businesse with the pleasure?
Echo. Leisure.
Light, joy, and leisure ; but shall they persever?
Echo. Ever.”
― George Herbert, The Temple: The Poetry of George Herbert

“He makes flat war with God, and doth defy With his poor clod of earth the spacious sky.”
― George Herbert, The Complete English Poems