THE PULLEY - Florence Kiper Frank Poems


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           When God at first made 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 flow'd, 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.

           "For if I should," said he,
"Bestow this jewel also on my creature,
      He would adore my gifts instead of me,
And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature:
           So both should losers be.

           "Yet let him keep the rest,
But keep them with repining restlessness;
      Let him be rich and weary, that at least,
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
           May toss him to my breast."